Page 93 of Drunk On Love

Okay, I’ve officially lost my mind. But teasing him is just too much fun.

Manav:Stop calling us that.

Me:Why?

Manav:I don’t like it.

Me:What don’t you like? Being friends… or the benefits?

There was a pause. My lips twitched, waiting for his response.

Manav:I think you know the answer.

My heart did an actual flip. Why does this man have to be so infuriatingly addictive?

Me:How was work? Did you fire any people today?

He didn’t reply for a few seconds. Then his message came through.

Manav:Not yet. How was your day? Was the meeting good?

Me:Great… and yes… Publishers have finally stopped threatening to sue me, and my manager has not murdered me after ditching her five hundred calls.I got the email confirming the same cottage I stayed at in France. It's so… so… beautiful. You know… There are flowers I can’t even imagine counting.

Manav:Sounds interesting. When are you… leaving?

Me:After the book launch… Probably fifteen days max.

Manav:Okay…

Me:What are your plans for the week?

Manav:I will be leaving for Mumbai the day after tomorrow. It is a four-day business event. Will be back Friday evening. Any plans?

Me:It’s Dadi’s birthday dinner on Saturday, and you are coming.

Manav:Done.

Me:Also, please don’t come shirtless.

Manav:Why?

Me:Your abs are very distracting. And you should get rid of them

Manav:Are you sure? You might want to rethink that. The way you cling to them—even in your sleep, says otherwise.

Me:Noted. Have you had dinner?

Manav:Not yet. Just wrapped up a meeting.

Me:Are you in the office?

Manav:Yes.

Me:At midnight? When are you going home?

Manav:Staying in the office tonight.

Me:What happened to your planet-sized bungalow?