Page 23 of Love Locked
Kabir looked magnificently handsome and sexy for a man who spent most of his time at his desk. He was casually leaning against the car in the parking lot overlooking the huge mountains.
His sophisticated styled hair that framed his square face was clumsily tousled as if he had repeatedly dragged his hands through it. He had a symmetrical straight nose, and his full lips were squeezed into a thin line as he scanned his surroundings. His expensive black suit matched his super-confident demeanour and conformed to his muscular build.
But what made him look ridiculously out of place was the two cutting chai’s he held while a flash of ink peeked under his shirt sleeve. She was once again rattled, thinking how the hell she did not know Kabir had ink on his body.
Though she was still upset by his arrogant attitude, she was thrilled to discover that her stubborn, devilishly handsome crush with hidden tattoos had not only purchased tea but also the samosas with fried chillies, all of it covered in a paper plate and waiting for her on the dashboard of the car.
She perked up even more as she accepted the chai he handed her. “Thank you.” She gave him a polite smile as she sipped her tea.
“You’re welcome.” He acknowledged her gesture by biting into his samosa and chewing it carefully.
She was unsure of how to feel about this version of him. Fifteen minutes ago, he didn’t want to stop for a break, but now he was giving her a chai and had bought food for them to eat.
He extended a samosa to her, which she gratefully accepted. She moaned in delight as she bit into the hot, spicy deliciousness.
Gosh, she was famished. She hadn’t eaten since she woke up at five in the morning, and it was now 12 o’clock in the afternoon. When she looked up, Kabir was staring at her, wearing an odd expression.
“I am hungry,” she said defensively. He didn’t move his gaze from her face, even as she replied.
Suddenly flooded with self-consciousness, she glanced away toward the scenery around her. The weather was chilly, with a clear sky and a cold, strong breeze. But there wasn’t a lot of bustle around.
His searing gaze made her restless, and an awkward silence surrounded them. She could thank him for getting her something to eat. But when she opened her mouth to tell him that, she blurted out the question that was foremost in her mind, making her recoil in horror, “How many tattoos do you have?”
She shut her eyes, cursing the lack of filter on her mouth.
SEVEN
Kabir paused mid-bite on hearing her question. He wiped his mouth with the tissue and pressed his lips to stop grinning. So, she noticed his tattoo peeking from under his shirt sleeve? This was entertaining, but first, he wanted to ensure he had heard her correctly. Kyra’s horrified expression and tightly shut eyes served as ample evidence of his excellent hearing.
“I have a few tattoos,” he replied gallantly, gathering their leftovers and discarding them in a nearby trash can. He could feel her gaze following a path all over his body when she thought he wasn’t looking. It did something to his libido. And his innocent princess didn’t even realise what she was doing to him. That’s what he got for being a good egg.
He had thought ignoring her all these months would divert his mind and keep him from constantly thinking about her. He was so wrong. Apparently, out of sight did not equal out of mind. And now, she was here with him, and they were going to be working together. While she looked composed, he was shaken with all kinds of thoughts he was having about her.
Kabir wanted to rattle Kyra’s composure. So he did the one thing he knew would make her lose it. He shrugged out of his jacket and kept it inside the car through the window. He uncuffed his shirt sleeve one by one.Don’t do this. She is ten years your junior, jackass.
“Wh-what are you doing?” Kyra stuttered.
“You asked me about my tattoo. I’m just giving you an answer.”
“Whoa! so, you’re what? Getting naked?” She covered her eyes.
“Stop being overly dramatic. I’m just rolling up my shirt sleeves.” He watched as she peeked from behind her hands with shock and admiration.
Standing straight and resting her hands at her sides, Kyra looked at the complex tattoo. It was a splendid intertwining of an anchor, an infinity symbol and a pyramid.
“It’s beautiful,” Kyra gulped and glanced at him briefly before gazing into his brilliantly dark eyes. “When did you get it?”
“The day following my breakup.”
“Why?”
“Are we asking 20 questions now, princess?” He casually responded, letting his cuffs drop.
“It’s just a question.” She blushed.
“That I don’t want to answer.” He tilted an eyebrow bemusedly. “Now, let’s get back to the road, shall we?”
They rode in silence for the remainder of the drive. A few moments later, he heard her steady breathing and noticed how peaceful she looked while sleeping.
