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"Once you figure out what respect tastes like, it tastes better than attention."
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Margot

I wonder what Mama Anu is talking about as we climb down the short flight of stairs.

We get to the dining room and I see Mama Anu's eyes scan the room. "Vikram, where are you?"

"Here, Ma." A masculine voice answers from where I can now see is the kitchen as Mama Anu pulls me along. I think she's kind of obsessed with my hand.

We get into the kitchen and the sight before me gets me licking my lips, unconsciously, may I add. I love to think of myself as a woman with a great deal of self control. But, let me tell you, if you are able to see what I see, you wouldn't blame me for my unconscious loss of self control. The fine specimen I am staring at right now looks like God had earlier molded him to be the most beautiful angel in heaven but at the last minute, decided to send him into this world as a human for the sole purpose of driving women nuts.

And this particular angel is wearing an apron! Without a shirt underneath!

Know what that means?

I get to see part of his flawless golden skin and those broad shoulders that flexes with every movement he makes.

He moves closer to us, spatula in hand and all I could do was stare at the long legs clad in skinny jeans. He smiles and at that moment, a miracle happens; I see stars in his penetrative gaze, the moon in his sharp jawlines and the sun in those gold-flecked brown eyes. In other words, I get my first experience of how an angel looks with a smile. I swear that smile makes me want to throw all my lady manners out of the window and say: "Dear sir, have me now, for I am on heat."

I snap out of my sinful thoughts that will surely make me a visitor to the confession box, only to find Mama Anu and Mr. Hot Stuff staring at me. I look in front of me and the reason becomes clear, Angel in human body had stretched his hand towards me for a shake while I was busy thinking about how to get him in my bed.

Verily, Verily, Metisha has passed her spirit of fornication to me.

I remember the real reason for all this in the first place. I am so stupid for letting Good-looks here distract me. I put on my iron woman face and without taking his still stretched hand, say, "I want to know why I am here."

This question seems to surprise them both, especially Mama Anu, who has been nothing but kind to me. I start to feel guilty but then recall that it was this same guilty feeling that made me converse with that demon called Derek in the first place. I do away with all feelings of guilt and put on a stern face. Golden skin looks at me intently for some time, and to my surprise, smiles in an amused manner. Having seen that I have no intention of shaking his hand, he returns it to his side.

"Can we talk over brunch then." I had been too preoccupied checking him out earlier to listen when he was introducing himself but now that I actually hear his voice, my insides feel like melted chocolates. His slight but noticeable Indian accent only makes his English sound sexier. Why hadn't I met him before?

Get a grip, ho!

"If that's what you want, then, okay."

"Now that we settle it, Margot dear, go to the dining room and sit. Vikram and I will join you." Mama Anu states, pointing towards the direction of the dining room.

I nod as I leave the kitchen.

As I sit, waiting for the duo, I can't help but wonder what really happened last night. Though I am nervous because I'm still in the dark, I know I am safe. There's just this feeling of assurance I got earlier when I looked into his honey brown eyes.

"Sorry for the wait." Vikram says beside me as he places a plate of Hash browns, bacon, eggs and a glass of water before me. He takes a seat opposite me and places his own meal on the table.

"Where is Mama Anu?" I couldn't help but ask.

He seems a little bit surprised at my question, "She says she wants to give us some privacy. That you might not feel comfortable in the presence of a third party."

I let out an uneasy laugh, "That's just ridiculous."

He gives me that intense look like he did in the kitchen, "You are kind of rude."

I almost choke on my bacon, "Excuse me?"

"I happened to be at Meds' too yesternight." I stare at him, wide-eyed. Had he just called me rude and proceeded to talk about something else? He continues, not caring for my reaction. "I shouldn't be telling you this but I had my eyes on you ever since you came into the club." What does he mean by he's not supposed to tell me? Is he trying to fucking mess with my head? "Saw my opportunity to have a chat with you when your friends went to the restroom but before I could move an inch, Mr. Pretty boy was already by your side."

I am not dumb not to know he's referring to Derek, "And that's exactly what I'm curious about." I can't stay in the dark any longer.

"I am still talking, am I not?" He growls. I eye him. Just what is this guy's problem? Guess I was wrong to have judged a book by its cover.

"Anyway, I noticed something suspicious as both of you stood up. You were leaning on him like as if you were drunk which you weren't. After all, you only drank two glasses of scotch and you didn't even finish the second one." I swear the more he talks, the wider my eyes grow. For goodness sake, the guy sounds like a stalker!

A stalker that saved you. My subconscious counters.

"My suspicion was confirmed when instead of the normal club exit, he headed towards an entirely different direction. I lost him for a moment due to the partiers but was able to catch up as soon as he opened the backdoor and exited the club, I'm sure someone from the club is an informant of his. To cut the long story short, He got away but I was able to save you. That doesn't in anyway mean that I won't track him down." He says, sounding so confident and sure of himself.

"Thanks a lot. I'm really grateful. You know, another individual might have seen that and decided to ignore it but you risked your life and saved me. Thank you." I couldn't look up throughout my vote of thanks. Guess I had been a tad bit rude. But then, how did my clothing come off?

"It had been raining and we were both drenched. By this time, you had blacked out. I couldn't go back into the club with you like that in my arms so I had to bring you home." He stops talking and I could see a smug smirk on his face. Then I realize what he's trying to do.

I glare at him. The conniving bastard! He wants me to thank him for taking my wet clothes off? Over my dead body! And why the heck hadn't I listened to Jules when she told me to wear a bra underneath my dress? Now, he probably knows my...

"Maa undressed you."

"Hmm?"

"I said my mum undressed you. She had even tried to put you in the dress you are presently wearing, which belongs to my sister, by the way, but then, according to her, you started fidgeting like as if you were having a bad dream. Told me she gave up after the third trial and placed it on the nightstand."

"I tend to fidget a lot in my sleep," is the only thing I could say. I am so relieved I felt like giving Vikram a fat, wet kiss. It is rare to find a guy like him who wouldn't see all what happened as an opportunity to take advantage of a woman; an unconscious one at that but Vikram chose to respect me and did the right thing by allowing his mother to undress me rather than him.

Respect. It has always been something I hold very dear. Those who are close to me know that. There's a time I broke up with a guy because he had told me to go sit in the backseat while his friend sits in the front with him. He had been shocked when, instead of doing what he said, I had gently gotten out of the front seat, let his stupid friend sit in the stupid seat and then, in the same gentle manner, told him never to call my phone again cause it's over.

Yes. That's how high I place the word 'Respect'. And because Vikram respects me as a human and as a woman, I couldn't stop the appreciative smile that appears on my face and as I look at him now, I see something beyond all that gorgeousness; I see a disciplined man, a man to be revered.

It shakes me to the marrow how he is able to change my opinion of him so many times in a few minutes.

He really is an angel.

An angel sent to earth to drive women nuts.

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