Author: Sophia Singh Sasson
Publisher: Harlequin Desire
Publication Date: August 2020
When a business proposal turns very
personal…
Rule #1: Don’t fall for the client.
Because he’ll rock your world…
Architect Rani Gupta will never let a man compromise her career or freedom again. Which is a problem now that her newest client is irresistible hotelier Arjun Singh—aka the sexiest bachelor in India. A little fling with this gorgeous man would be scandal enough. But a fake engagement might just be more trouble than they bargained for—especially if Arjun has a prior arrangement!
Rule #1: Don’t fall for the client.
Because he’ll rock your world…
Architect Rani Gupta will never let a man compromise her career or freedom again. Which is a problem now that her newest client is irresistible hotelier Arjun Singh—aka the sexiest bachelor in India. A little fling with this gorgeous man would be scandal enough. But a fake engagement might just be more trouble than they bargained for—especially if Arjun has a prior arrangement!
Enjoy this excerpt:
“Are you okay?” Rani asked.
The changing stage lights threw seductive shadows across her
face, and he felt himself gazing into her dark eyes. He’d always thought she
was beautiful but tonight she looked spectacular. He knew she wasn’t wearing a
designer dress, and if he had to guess, she probably hadn’t spent all day at
the beauty salon getting her hair and makeup done. Yet she looked more stunning
than any woman he’d ever met. Those heels that she clearly hated showed off her
long, shapely legs and the way her hair framed her face made him want to weave
his fingers into it. She was looking at him with such intensity, it seemed she
could see into his soul.
“Just family drama,” he said, surprising himself. He pulled
his hand away from hers before he was tempted to take things further. Last
night when he’d said good-bye in the car, he’d felt such an urgent need to kiss
her that he’d almost canceled their plans tonight. He prided himself on always
being in control.
He took a sip of the neat whiskey he’d ordered, hop-ing the
raw burn down his throat would bring him back to his senses and shake loose an
idea on how to deal with his family.
“Tell me about it.” Rani leaned in close to him, and he
caught a whiff of her vanilla scent.
Where do I start? With Divya or Hema? Hema was a not a
problem to solve. She was an obligation he had to come to terms with. “My
sister Divya has been offered a job in Jaipur and wants to take it, but that’s
not done in our family.”
“Why not?”
He shifted in his chair.
“What I mean is, what is your parents’ specific concern
beyond the fact that it’s not the tradition? The parampara?”
He looked at her in surprise. She gets it.
“I think they fear that if she’s financially independent,
she won’t follow the house rules.” Even as he said the words, he realized how
horrible it sounded. “You have to understand that my parents are doing what
they think is best for her.”
“They’re trying to control her.”
“They are trying to protect her.”
“I don’t think we’ll agree on that point. So what do you
plan to do?”
“I’m thinking of secretly increasing her allowance. That way
she can buy what she wants without having to ask my parents’ permission. That’s
how this whole job thing started. She wanted to buy a car for herself and they
questioned her spending.”
Rani shook her head. “You’re not understanding her.” He
frowned. While he wanted Rani’s perspective, she didn’t know Divya. Arjun
talked to Divya almost every day. How could Rani be so confident in saying he
didn’t understand his sister?
“Divya doesn’t want to work just to buy things. She wants to
work to have a sense of purpose, of independence. To do something meaningful
with her life. I don’t think you can appreciate what it’s like for an
intelligent person to sit at home all day with nothing to do. It’s maddening.”
“She has lots of things to do. There is staff to man-age,
social events to plan, charity work. My mother is always complaining about how
busy she is.”
“But those aren’t things that satisfy a young, educated
woman who doesn’t want to be a socialite. She wants do something that is
uniquely hers, and have control over some aspect of her life.”
It seems you’re speaking from personal experience.” She
nodded. “My ex-husband’s family didn’t have your kind of wealth but they were
comfortable. My in-laws asked me to quit my job, which I foolishly did. My days
were filled with shopping and social events that I couldn’t care less about.
I’m guessing your sister lives a similar life. Working is not about the money,
it’s about independence. Of the many things I lost during my marriage, the one
I lament the most is my career. I was almost at the point of making senior
architect at RKS when I left. After the divorce, I had to start at the bottom
of the junior level because I’d been out of the game so long. Divya doesn’t
want to become obsolete.”
Arjun spread his hands. “So what do you suggest I do? My
mother will not agree to let her get a job. I’ve already tried to convince her
and she is firm on this point.”
“What is Divya qualified to do?”
“She studied law.”
Rani chewed her lip, and he found himself staring at her.
“Your business is big enough that you surely need lawyers.”
He nodded. “Of course. I have a couple in every city that we
have a hotel.”
“So hire her for your legal team in the Jaipur office.”
“Jaipur is an hour away from our home.”
“Do you do the commute?”
He rubbed his neck. It could work. “We have a trusted driver
who could take her every day.”
It was a nice idea. His brother, Sameer, had no interest in
working for the family business, and Arjun could use a trusted person to take
on some of the responsibilities of the company while he was in Vegas. He was
tired of having to wake up in the middle of the night to get on the phone with
someone in India.
“It’s a potential solution. Thank you, Rani.”
The crowd became louder as the warm-up act wrapped up and
introduced Russell Peters. Rani started laughing at one of the jokes. Arjun
hadn’t heard it. All he could focus on was the way her mouth crinkled, and the
happy sound of her giggles and laughter. He’d been with a fair number of women
in the last several years; all of them had been socialites who clearly
understood that he wasn’t looking for an emotional attachment. His
relationships were always physical. None of them had made him want to connect
emotionally like this.
“Am I really more amusing than the comedian?” Rani turned to
him, grinning.
He smiled sheepishly. “You certainly are more beautiful.”
Her eyes widened and her mouth opened slightly. He took a
breath to keep from leaning over and kissing her irresistible lips. As if
reading his mind, she suddenly snapped her head back towards the stage. He took
a long slug from his glass of whiskey.
So what if we work together? The project would be over in
less than six months and he’d be returning to India to a lifetime of
obligation. If she was attracted to him too, what was wrong with a brief affair?
He knew how to be discreet; he would protect Rani, and make sure there would be
no fallout for her at RKS. After all, what happened in Vegas could stay in
Vegas.
About the author:
Sophia puts her childhood habit of daydreaming to good use by
writing stories that will give you hope, make you laugh, cry and possibly snort
tea from your nose. She was born in Mumbai, India, and has lived in the Canary
Islands, Spain and Toronto, Canada. Currently she calls the madness of
Washington, DC, home. She loves to read, travel to exotic locations, bake,
scuba dive and watch Bollywood movies. Contact her through http://SophiaSasson.com.
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