There was a reason Rahim said this. He wanted to gain Simran's sympathy, so she would invite him for dinner.Simran had no option but to ask him to com... over which he readily accepted Simran went back and started cooking. It was not even 15 minutes that the door bell rang; she opened the door and saw Rahim standing. Due to working in kitchen, she had tied her saree to the exposing her beautiful navel. Also she was sweating a lot. Simran: Rahim bhaiyya!!! You are early. I have just started. Though he blocked my view of the doorway, I felt her disgust and imagined the angry expression on her pudgy, squinty face. My sensual high had been snatched away so swiftly I felt like I’d been hit by a truck. ‘I most certainly will not!’ Mrs. Macintyre huffed. ‘What in heaven’s name are you doing?’ I would have thought it was fairly obvious. I tried to meet Nate’s eyes, but his chin had sunk to his chest and he wouldn’t look at me. He released a weary breath and squared his shoulders. ‘Nate?’. I had absolutely no idea what was going to happen next. I suspected it would be an awkward goodbye, maybe after a hastily drank cup of coffee. ‘She’s so slow,’ Moira said, coming into the living room, dressed again in my clothes. I literally jerked out of my ponderous reverie. ‘Sorry! Didn’t mean to scare you.’ ‘I was just…zoned out. You know how it is, pre-coffee.’ I think she knew I was lying, but the thought of coffee overrode any curiousity or desire to call me out. ‘Ohh, I could really go. “Well I know the lady that lives under you is half deaf and the old man who lives over you ... Well if he did hear he’d probably have enjoyed it as much as I did.”Hazel looked shocked at that last remark and sat there for a moment staring at me. “Y-y-you enjoyed it?” she finally stammered. I couldn’t help smiling at her reaction. What else did she expect? “Yes,” I said, still smiling at her, “I did enjoy it, it made my own even more enjoyable.” The look of shock on Hazel’s face was quickly.