Bonus Scene Two

Bonus Scene Two

Ethan

“Are you sure?”

I cleared my throat and looked at Kiara. She squeezed my hand, nodding reassuringly at her father and grandmother. She looked so fucking beautiful in light makeup, her blood-red lips, the small bindi on her forehead and wearing large earrings, jhumkas, on her ears. Her hair tumbled down her hot red blouse and just thinking about that morning, watching her get ready in the sari made me squirm in my seat. Was it bad that seeing her in Indian clothes made me want to lock us in a room and fuck her while she was wearing a sari?

Hold it in your pants, Eiffel. Not the right time to think about Kiara in her sari and how hot she looks.

My eyes averted to the man who was drilling holes in my skull and swallowed the lump in my throat.

“Yes, papa. In how many languages do I have to answer you?” I took a sharp breath, hearing her voice. She was clearly not amused by her father’s question.

Mr Vijay Sharma looked at me as if I was asking his permission to reco