Not A Simple Engineer Boy!

Forty Seven: Vibration Coupling Effect (Part 3)

It's her, the fucking seductress of my unholy dreams!

Xavier stared at her, as she shuffled away from him.

Ms. Krithika Ashok was the damned temptress who had invaded his dreams secretly. Not the plain sweet dreams of her laughing and angry stomping but those faceless dreams of a very curvy lady with improper intentions, responding eagerly to his every touch.

Ms. Krithika Ashok wasn't resisting him, she was resisting his touch as she was fighting her desire for him. He had seen it in her eyes when she had an inviting pout. The craving in her eyes was so fucking clear like water from the glacier, completely unadulterated. And she had been the first to initiate, breaking her control and jumping on him.

Ms. Krithika fucking Ashok was attracted to him, completely unhinged. And that made a big difference. He didn't know what exactly the difference was, but he felt his heart thumping with a sudden surge of happiness.

Perhaps, she didn't hate him, that was the first thing to register in his mind. She probably was just fighting the attraction, like he did. It was bloody mutual.

Her lustrous hair flowed wild, so impossibly long that he wondered how she even managed to tie it up in a tight bun. He watched as she hurriedly gathered her hair and secured it, in just a second, they followed her order and quietly sat in a bun. It wasn't visible to him but he heard her phone ping.

And she turned around, almost sprinting towards the door while avoiding him. His arms reached out and held her prisoner in his circle. She glanced at him, "What?

He arched a brow, "What?", it was an answer and a question.

She was calm, the calm before her rage could bite back. She truly had no filters for expressions, it was like watching a canvas paint itself with every emotion it felt.

"This was a mistake."

"Which was?", he teased, trying to corner her as she retreated with his advancing step.

Her hands, which had daubed passion over his torso a few moments ago, were clutching herself under her breasts, hugging tightly as if trying to hide herself. The action of being defensive did nothing but make her breasts prop up over her arms, distinctively straining hard against the cotton fabric of her dress. He wanted to groan; it was purely torturous.

She looked at him with determination, "Both times, it was a mistake."

"So, do you repeat your mistakes, sweetheart?", he smirked as her back hit the door.

"I learnt my lesson.", she sneered, "I don't think I need to learn more... Sir.", and she barged out.

Out of the cabin, she turned around and his eyes met her burning black orbs as she angrily muttered something under her breath.

He cocked his head to the side and slowly ran his tongue over his lips, holding her gaze. Her eyes were trained on his lips, they travelled along the path of his tongue. Those dark eyes snapped back, meeting his with surprise and she stumbled back. She turned around and ran as if trying to escape from her lust.

He regarded himself, about what he did. He didn't pull her to kiss, but he did try to tease her. She was young, perhaps naive. Whatever he did in a daze didn't feel right. His mind- now free of his throbbing eros- judged his actions to be rare, not so Xavier-like, not at all Xavier-like. Xavier was a charming flirt- used to be, long back- not this.

From when he had started to seduce women?

Rather than scowling at himself, he smiled, looking at the shards of glass splayed over the floor.

Ms. Krithika Ashok hadn't shunned herself. Her bold brazen side had kissed him back with the same fervour, same intensity. She had wanted that kiss as much as him.

She is an adult, maybe way younger than you, but an adult. And she bloody kissed you like she needed it, like you needed it...

His subconscious consoled him.

He tasted his lips again, it tasted of her. A sharp pain in his left hand made him realize that he supposedly had abused the injury.

But it was worth every fucking pain.

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A/N

"Vettaiyaadu Vilaiyaadu"- a movie which I watched during my teenage and it scarred my life for the Maruti Omni Vans. I feel like someone is surely going to kidnap and kill me if I go near one of those vehicles, 'Omni-ous' AF.

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