"Where can I find him?" she asked coldly.
He swallowed when he realized exactly how pissed off she was. "Probably in the hotel bar downstairs," he muttered reluctantly.
Jasmine swung around on her heels and marched off towards the lift.
"Jasmine, please."
"If you're too much of a pussy to ask your best friend for what is mine, I'll do it myself," she yelled, ignoring the shocked looks given to her by both Alex and the maid arranging a flower pot in the hallway.
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God, she hated the smell of alcohol. It just rubbed her the wrong way. So the last thing she wanted to do early in the morning was walk into some stupid bar to have a conversation with a guy whom she never wanted to see again. No matter how attractive he was.
He was laughing at something the bartender was saying, dressed in a white shirt open at the collar and dark jeans. He emanated a kind of radiant, approachable energy that made everyone want to notice him or be a part of his circle. She knew because almost every person at the bar was looking his way with interest at that very moment.
The morning sun streamed in through one side of the large space and lent a cheerful ambience to the room. She could see the sparkling bright blue waters of a beautifully designed pool outside and reluctantly felt the urge to dive in and have some fun instead of always thinking about work. With an exhale, she walked over to Armaan and tapped him on the shoulder before folding her arms. He paused in the act of throwing back a shot of something and turned to look at her.
Something happened when their eyes met. Something she tried very hard to ignore as she said, "I need those pages that Alex gave you last night. Right now."
At first, he only looked at her with a calm expression. Then, he took his time downing the shot, screwing up his face at the taste and ordering another drink. Jasmine felt like strangling him.
"So bossy in the mornings, aren't we, Miss. Khan?" he murmured as he turned back to her once more. "Have a drink with me."
She narrowed her eyes at him. "I'm getting late," she snapped and her words caused him to straighten at once.
"Oh." His expression was concerned and kind of...innocent which surprised her a lot. "Well, in that case. Let's go up to my penthouse. I have them in my suite."
He didn't wait for her to follow as he left his drink sitting on the counter and strode off, an air of urgency around him. Okay. Either he really was concerned about the fact that she was getting late or he just wanted to get her in his room. The latter option seemed more likely but it didn't scare her at all. If he tried anything with her, her foot was going to collide with a part of his body he was most probably very fond of.
The ride in the lift was tense. Armaan just leaned casually against the back wall, typing something on his phone. His subtle but sensual scent drifted to her nostrils and she swallowed hard at the physical pull she felt towards him. He was like the devil himself coming to entice her just by standing there.
When he finished typing whatever he was typing and looked up, she almost stopped breathing. That look. That piercing, hot gaze of his. Primitive and possessive. Did he look at every woman he desired that way or just her?
"Jasmine,' he purred softly. Quietly. A small smile played around his kissable mouth. "Like what you see?"
She tried to glare at him but found she couldn't. His sensual stare was proving too much for her. Avoiding his gaze, she settled against the side wall but she could still feel his eyes on her. Why was he staring at her like that? Like she was something good to eat. Something he had never tasted before and was dying to try. Jasmine resisted the urge to roll her eyes. She had a very high opinion of herself. Or was it a low opinion since she was comparing herself to some kind of dish? She was a person. Not something to be tasted or tried.
Although, at that moment, she was guilty of a little objectification herself because she thought he looked scrumptious. She had to redirect her thoughts as soon as possible because at this rate, she'd be tearing her clothes off and begging him to make love to her right there in the elevator. Jasmine closed her eyes. The picture her mind conjured up at the idea was so not helping.
She started to think of her nice dress and how she would absolutely hate to see it torn in any way. It was a navy blue silky one which she had paired with leggings. It wasn't revealing but it hugged her body closely, making her a little more aware of her figure than she normally was. As she was musing about those details, Armaan suddenly appeared to snap out of his checking-her-out-shamelessly trance and stepped forward to press a button on the control panel. She frowned when she realised it was the stop button and opened her mouth to question him but the words died on her lips when he turned to face her.
She sucked in a sharp breath. The hunger on his face and in his eyes, making his lithe, masculine body taut with anticipation was not lost on her. She felt a tightening sensation between her legs just looking at his expression. It was going to happen. He was going to make a move on her and she had no way to escape. How in the world was she supposed to stop him when he had that whole aroused and determined attitude focused
