Saira's POV.
His voice sounded close to me, too close. "Not as my housekeeper."
The hairs on my neck stirred up as I felt his breath fanning them.
I turned around slowly while stepping away.
Taking a step away from him in my attempt to create more distance did not help matters. Now I had a better view of his face, without having to tilt my head and the look on his face was enough to trigger a fluttering of my nerves.
Saira don't be dramatic.
Taking deep calming breathes usually works but evidently that too turned out to be a bad idea.
My nostrils itched as his head
Saira's POV. "You can sleep on my bed-" I stopped when I saw his amused expression and realised how he was interpreting what I said. Pervert! "I meant you can sleep in my room and I will sleep outside, here on this couch." I said trying hard not snap at him. He seems to bring out the worst side of me. He actually brings out a lot of sides of me my subconscious reminded me. From feeling nervous to being grateful or in the very next moment furious at his actions or words. "That will not be necessary Zavi." His voice brought my attention back to him. "I will sleep outside here. I insist." He said firmly killing a
Leonardo's POV. "Before you confess your love for me, let me make it clear I don't incline that way." Dhruv's amused voice and not so amusing remark only deepened my scowl. "Shut up!" I hissed. I was beginning to regret my decision to confide in him. Luckily I had not given him the complete details of what I had in my mind. "Seriously dude, the way you have been gazing into my eyes for the past ten minutes it would make anyone believe you are madly in love with me." Dhruv the bugging friend of mine commented cheekily. "Anyone would know I was glaring at you not gazing." I spat back. I pinched the bridge of my nose, mentally berating myself for getting into this silly debate. " Besides why would anyone waste their time on such meaningless and baseless topic?" "You are so feisty my macho man." He laughed. "Do you want to help me or not?" I challenged him, curbing an urge to shake
Leonardo's POV. Uncertainly I had stood outside her room wondering if I had been right and if I should knock. Soon the lights of her room had flicked on. Since no more screams had followed I had not knocked, knowing she would not appreciate it. Today morning her reddish eyes had hinted she had been crying. Was it because of the emotions she felt at the sudden appearance of the mother she had believed to be dead? Somehow I felt that was not the only reason. It had taken all my resolve not to ask he4 details in the morning and leave with Martha. Zavi had quietly implored with her eyes her concern and urge about her mother but nothing beyond. Of course Martha would be taken care of. I had already got my assistant to fix an appointment with her counselor for later in the day. I would be accompanying her. However what about Zavi? I would need to figure out some way to know her problem and also make it all right for
Saira's POV. My phone buzzed on my way down. Leonardo's name flashed on the screen making me frown. In my attempt to calm my nerves I breathed in hard. Today is my first day of work and my nerves seem to be all knotted together. Taking in a lungful of air I answered the phone. "Mr. Norcross." I hope I sound professional enough. "I will be reporting for my duty on time - Sir." I am supposed to call him Sir, right? Obviously I do. He is my boss now. I should have asked him about it I realised. "Good Morning Zavi. I am picking you up." "No!" I
Saira's POV. Mark has been obvious in his attempt to flirt with me throughout the evening much to Leonardo's displeasure. His manner has been light and harmless but I had no intentions of getting into any 'controversy' which would effect my job. Right now though his presence was welcome. "I have been looking for you. If you would excuse us Carlo?" he added to the man beside him, obviously very familiar with him. The man smiled in response and I allowed Mark to lead me away by my elbow. "You can thank me later for rescuing you." he shot me a grin.
Leonardo's POV. I answered the phone on the first ring just as there was a knock at the door of my home office. "Come in." I answered without thinking. "No Mikki. You don't come in through the phone." I gritted my teeth at his lame attempt to crack a silly joke. I am waiting to get crucial information from him and the crack pot is trying to be funny. "There is someone at the door. You stay on the other side of the phone and tell me what you have found." I tried my best not to blast. I frowned as he filled in me with the details he had found. Raol Abramo seemed to be a reincarnated saint! "Mik
Saira's POV. Did I do something wrong last evening? The party had seemed to go on well. Thinking back I could not figure out if I had erred in any way. The experience had been unnerving and new. Over the past few days he had done a lot of things that had infuriated me, surprised me or even disgusted me but not once had I felt nervous. Last evening after the conversation with the middle-aged gentleman something seemed to have changed. Leonardo kept looking at me all the while. Every time I happened to look his way I would find him looking at me. He would look away but it made me wonder if everything was fine. Leonardo certainly was not fine throughout the rest of the party. His unflinching look later when he had dropped me home seemed to bore into me, like he was silently trying to come to some sort of conclusion. A shiver ran through me at the memory. The doorbell sounded just then making me jump. "Leon
Saira's POV. A sinking feeling took over my heart, a common occurrence these days. My reflection stared back at me from the mirror on the wall. It was a constant battle between my brain and instinct. My brain cautioned me and I knew I should pay attention and do as per the warning my brain is sending my way. My instinct has not let me down in the past- no that is not correct my ever nosey sub conscious mind reminded me. Eight years ago I had squashed my instinct and had let myself fall into the trap of a charmer. I looked away, unable to meet my own eyes. The memories are not pleasant, however the lesson learnt cannot be forgotten.