Page 84 of Yes Boss
“Say it,” he commanded, lifting his head to capture her gaze. His eyes burned with intensity that made her breath catch.
“Yours,” she whispered. “All yours.”
“Damn right.”
His mouth claimed hers again, kissing her with renewed ferocity. His hand continued its path upward, fingertips brushing against lace, making her gasp into his mouth.
A sharp knock at the door interrupted them.
“Boss?” Ansh’s voice carried through the wood. “The Singapore team is on the line. They said it’s urgent—contract issue that needs immediate resolution.”
Raghav pulled back slightly, jaw clenched in frustration. “Tell them five minutes.”
“They said the window closes in three,” Ansh replied apologetically.
Ishani bit her lip, fighting between laughter and frustration as Raghav dropped his forehead against hers, breathing heavily.
“This conversation isn’t over,” he said, voice still rough with desire.
“Not even close,” she agreed.
He helped her slide off the desk, hands lingering at her waist as she rebuttoned her dress. She straightened his tie while he ran a hand through his disheveled hair, attempting to restore some semblance of professional appearance.
“You look like you’ve been thoroughly kissed,” she observed, smoothing down his collar.
“Good,” he said simply, stealing one more quick, hard kiss before releasing her. “Let them wonder.”
When they emerged from the office, Ansh stood by Ishani’s desk, phone in hand, professional as always.
“Singapore line two,” he said, handing the phone to Raghav. “Contract clause dispute on the shipping terms.”
Raghav took the phone, but before putting it to his ear, he turned to Ansh. “Congratulations are in order for you, Ansh.”
Ansh blinked. “Sir?”
“You’re getting a raise. Twenty percent.”
“I—thank you, sir. That’s very generous.”
“Don’t thank me.” Raghav glanced at Ishani, the corner of his mouth lifting. “Thank your new boss.”
Ishani smiled sweetly. “He’s earned it. Expanded responsibilities require appropriate compensation.”
“Indeed,” Raghav said dryly, finally bringing the phone to his ear. “This is Raghav.”
As he walked back toward his office, voice already shifting into business mode, Ansh looked at Ishani with barely concealed amusement.
“New boss?” he asked quietly.
“You work for both of us now,” Ishani replied, settling back at her desk. “Might as well make it official.”
“Does that mean I can ask you to control him when he gets impossible?”
“I make no promises,” she said, but her smile suggested otherwise.
Ansh shook his head, grinning. “This is going to be interesting.”
Through the door she saw Raghav pace his office, phone pressed to his ear, gesturing as he spoke. But even from here, Ishani could see the slight dishevelment of his hair, the loosened tie, the lingering heat in his eyes when they found hers.
