"Mr. Khanna," I say to the receptionist as I drum my fingers on the table.

"Mr. Khanna." She repeats as she looks down at the screen. "Right, you do have a reservation. Please follow me."

I nod as I follow her inside to the table. My eyes scan around the restaurant, it's pretty fancy something that defines Mr. Neil Khanna.

I feel more like myself when I am wearing red lipstick, high heels, and stylish dresses. Well, I am a fashion designer after all.

"Enjoy yourself." The receptionist tells me with a smile as we stop near a table.

I frown as I look at the empty table. "Are you sure this is ours?"

"Yes. Mr. Khanna. I remember." She smiles before she walks away.

I look down at my wristwatch, 5:53. I groan as I set my purse on the table and pull a chair for myself.

I got an alliance from Mr. Neil Khanna's family and we were supposed to meet today and get to know each other.

It's not like I haven't seen him, I have. He has recently been making headlines in the business newspaper as he became the CEO of Khanna Industries.

He was supposed to be here at 5:30 pm and I believed he would be here on time so I tried to get here as soon as possible even though the traffic didn't help.

Aren't boys always there waiting for girls?

I sigh as I look around, the balcony gives the view of the beach and its romantic place. That is why there are so many couples around here.

I look around wondering how everyone here found love. Some are kissing, some are staring into eyes, and some are just talking and smiling.

Are they all lucky? Or will they also go through a breakup?

I shrug off the thoughts because I don't want to feel pathetic all over again. Having your best friend cheat on you with your boyfriend and yet teasing you with his name is the worst. Remembering my breakup is recalling how much leisure they had while fooling me around.

"Hey!" I jump on my seat as someone snaps fingers in front of me. I narrow my eyes at Mr. Neil Khanna as he laughs and sits across from me.

"You seem pretty engrossed?" He arches an eyebrow as he sets his phone on the table. I take in his personality, he definitely looks hotter than he did in that newspaper.

He is wearing a black suit with a white shirt underneath. He has broad shoulders and strong arms. How can I make him pull his shirt open?

His face looks soft and smooth, I fist my hands as I admonish myself for yearning to touch his face.

I watch as he loosens his tie then I let my eyes move up to his brown eyes, they look warm and have a hint of happiness in them. As I let my eyes drop down his lips I see the smirk on them and I quickly shake my head as I straighten up.

"Are you done gawking?" His lips twitch up. "Should I stand up? So that you can gawk at every inch properly."

I feel embarrassed as he asks that but I know better than to be shy.

"You are late." I point out.

"So?" He frowns. He frowns so amazingly.

"You were supposed to be here at 5:30," I say. "You made me wait."

"When did you come?" He asks as he leans back in his chair and the look on his face is intimidating.

"Ask that back politely." I frown.

He frowns. "I wasn't rude."

"I mean, the look on your face." I shrug. "You are not the CEO here."

He raises an eyebrow challengingly as he folds his arms. "Already trying to be a wife?"

I roll my eyes at him. He looks at me for a moment and I stare at the beach suddenly feeling irritated by him.

"I thought I asked you something." He says after a moment. I look at him and he raises his eyebrows. "When did you come?"

"5:53."

"It's 6:06 now." He looks down at his watch. "It's not even 15 minutes."

"I was still early," I say as I look into his eyes.

"You were 23 minutes late, Ms. Young." He points out. "Tell me, why were you 23 minutes late?"

"What the fuck?" I roll my eyes. "You came after me. I should be the one asking you why were you late?"

"See! You didn't even count how many minutes I was late." He smirks. "Numbers have always been my strength."

I look at him and I wonder if I should count the minutes and tell him or say something else. The server suddenly comes and asks what would we like to take.

"Coffee?" He looks at me. "Orange juice? Mango juice? Ice cream?"

I make a face at him so he knows I am not so happy with him and look at the serves. "Red wine."

I flip my hair keeping up with my attitude, he raises his eyebrows amused.

"Same for me." He tells the server after a moment.

"So, why do you want to marry me?" He asks as he looks at me curiously.

"I didn't want to marry you in particular." I roll my eyes. "I got the alliance and my family seems to like you."

"And you would marry me just like that?" He frowns.

"Of course, not," I say trying not to pay too much attention to how amazing the frown looks on his face. "I mean, this is the time we are given to know each other. My mother said there's no rush, we can take time to understand each other and then decide what we want to do."

He nods as he looks at me. "How many Ex-boyfriends?"

I look at him and I try not to think about my breakup which happened two months ago.

"None," I say. He doesn't need to know I had a breakup and how I was fooled. No one is honest with their partners before marriage and after marriage... I don't know.

"Well, I have three Ex-girlfriends." He says. "I hope you don't mind."

"Wow. I have just one." I say thinking at least I have one and he has three.

He laughs. "Numbers have always been my strength."

"Sorry?" I frown.

"I have one Ex-girlfriend. I just said more numbers to see your reaction." He chuckles. "And see I got what I wanted."

"I didn't say none," I say dumbly. "I said one."

"Oh, really?" He asks enjoying. "Okay. I'll buy that."

"Can you at least be good?" I ask irritated.

"Like what?" He asks. "Hold your hand and get lost in your eyes?"

"That's not what I mean." I glare at him.

"I don't think I am being bad." He shrugs. "Tell me what good I can do."

"Uh." I look at him. "Just be quiet."

"I thought we came to talk." He rolls his eyes. "I could take your photo and stare at it at my home or office if all I have to do is sit and stare at you."

"I can't see us working as husband and wife." I shake my head.

"You gave up really quick." He looks amused. "That's a little hurtful."

I purse my lips as I look at his handsome, amused face. The server gives us drinks and I sip on my drink looking at him curiously.

I don't even get how are we supposed to get to know each other. What do I ask him?

What is your favorite color? Food? Place?

Do you like the way I am dressed?

Or tell me about yourself?

The third one sounds better.

"Tell me about yourself." I smile suddenly feeling happy about my way of starting the conversation.

"Am I being interviewed?" He chuckles.

I glare at him as I look back at my wine. That definitely sounded like he is being interviewed! Fuck! What do I do?

"Stop staring." I glare at him as I continue to drink.

"I won't." He shrugs.

I sigh as I focus on the drink struggling to not concentrate that he is staring at me. Does he like my hair? Eyes? Lips? Dress?

Jeez! I need to get out of here already.

I set the glass down and I grab the tissue to dab on my lips. I suddenly think about kissing the tissue and giving it to him to make him happy, I guess?

God! What has gotten into me?

I gasp loudly as he reaches out and holds the back post of the chair and pulls it next to his.

"You fucking assh-" I look up at him and my words suddenly disappear in my throat. His face is close to me and he raises his eyebrows challengingly as if asking me to proceed.

I bite my lower lip and his breath fans on my cheeks. I know I need to pull back but I can't when he looks down at my lips.

He has already had a lot of joy, I am not going to give him the joy of kissing me. This can't be our first kiss.

I pull myself away forcefully and he looks up at me before he straightens up in his chair.

"You can't get the first kiss just like that." I roll my eyes at him.

"Oh, you want the first kiss to be in private?" He smirks.

"I don't mind doing it in public," I say not wanting him to think that I am uneasy or something.

"I like that." He grins. "I am going to make sure our first kiss is in public."

"I won't let you do that." I frown. "Things can't go as you like."

"Wanna bet?" He arches an eyebrow.

I look at him and if I tell him no he is going to say I am afraid and all the shit.

"Yeah. Sure." I shrug.

"So what do I get if I win this bet?"

"That's for you to decide. I am not sure." I shrug clearly not having an idea. He has a lot of money I am sure he doesn't need that.

"Okay." He grins. "I'll tell you when I win."

Why is his grin so spectacular?

He reaches into his pocket and pulls out something. I look at him curiously as he pulls out a package of papers and my eyes widen when I realize it's a contract.

"You are into BDSM?" I ask in disbelief.

He looks up at me with a frown. "Bondage, Discipline, Dominance, Submission, Sadomasochism?"

"Oh my God!" I exclaim in disbelief.

"Why do you think I am into BDSM?" He looks on curiously.

"Because you have got a contract," I say in disbelief.

"Okay, so?" He laughs as he leans back in his chair. "This isn't a BDSM contract but I am curious to know why you thought it was?"

"Because I watched the Fifty Shades series-" I stop wondering why am I even telling him that I watch the Fifty Shades series.

Plus that isn't the BDSM contract and I really need to get my head out of the Fifty Shades series.

It's just his good day or I know how to reverse the roles.

Feisty Avni is still not on the display, Mr. Khanna.

"Not every contract is the same, Ms. Young." He says after a moment. "This is a one-year marriage contract."