Come to Mumbai and talk to that Bengali Richie Rich. He offered you another role, didn't he?I thought my heart skipped a beat."Yeah, he did. But....."...I know, I know." interrupted Sahil."He's rude, short-tempered and cocky. But dude, this Neiladri guy is a saint if compared with that Devil of your brother. Come soon. Allah Hafiz"I already knew it. Sweetpea is like a coconut; hard outside, soft inside. I knew he will help me if needed. But I also knew that I was 'anyone' to him. Only if Sahil. They had all laughed at her in a way that reminded her of the bullies back in her old neighborhood when they managed to corner her and make her do things to keep from getting slapped. Usually, she would just run away and they couldn’t catch her because she was the fastest runner on the block. These three goons with the hungry look in their close-set eyes were focused on her skimpy undies and she wished she had worn the “granny” panties that most of the nuns wore for school duties to diffuse. "You've stirred a hornet's nest now. Unless your boyfriend has pissed off someone recently, you've motivated a killer to try and silence you." I don't get it, though. He or she went to all the trouble of making Armstrong's death look like an accident. Why throw that away when it's only me making waves? Shooting at me is just going to make the police look at everything again."September shrugged. "Panic. Stupidity. Who knows? That still doesn't make you look like a MENSA candidate. If I could,. No one else in the room could hear the familiarity in his voice. But she knew. It excited her and brought a tingling pleasure between her thighs knowing that she was his and no one knew. All the little college girls who would flirt and fawn after him. Probably most of the ones in this room now. For a brief moment her fears slipped away. Her hands found their way to the belt holding her robe together. And quickly, before her courage left her, she gave a gentle pull and the robe fell from her.