Chapter 23: Shweta Needs to Talk

Madhuri came out of the bedroom when she heard the front door close. She was wearing her backless gown from last night. She walked up to him and stood close. He put his arm around her warm body and pressed her close.

“I need to go home, baby.” She leaned up and kissed his lips “Would you drop me or...?”

He nodded “I will come with you.”

In the car she sat close with him and smiled the whole way.

When they entered Dixit Villa, not many people were at home. Most had gone to their office or schools.

Madhuri said “I will make you some breakfast, you must be starving.”

Rohan nodded “I could eat.”

He took off his jacket and got comfortable. Madhuri quickly went into her bedroom and came back in a very short, blue lace nightie, one of the things that Rohan had brought for her from Goa. It had a plunging neck line and was short enough to show most of her legs, just barely covering her mid-thighs.

She came to him “Thank you for bringing this for me. I feel like a slut in this.”

“And what’s wrong with that?” he put his arm around her and squeezed her ass “I like sluts.” There was nothing under the nightie and the nightie itself was quite thin.

Madhuri pressed her body on his and kissed him “As long as you like it, I will wear it. Now let me go to the kitchen.”

He followed her into the kitchen and teased her when she was standing still. He was standing behind her with his arm around her midriff and she was pressing back into him even as she worked when they heard the sound of footsteps

“Oh, I thought I heard someone,” Shweta came into the kitchen “I am so happy to see you, Rohan. I needed to talk to you, and I was going to call you for an appointment.”

Rohan looked at her. Shweta Tiwari was not a beauty queen like Madhuri but only because she had never tried. She had done a lot of modelling though and it was easy to see why. Her longish face was beautiful with high cheekbones and big, dark eyes. She always dressed in a classy but sexy way and never hesitated to use her beauty for advantage. She currently ran a small PR firm with her husband.

Even now she was wearing a strapless blouse, not much bigger than a tube top with no bra. The blouse was tight enough to lift and support her heavy breasts. In the back it was only straps, leaving her back bare. Her saree was a white chiffon saree almost fully sheer with pink roses printed on it. She had the pallu on her left shoulder and her milky white cleavage was visible through the see-through lace border of the saree. The way her legs were outlining when she walked, Rohan guessed she was either wearing a very thin petticoat or one of those micromini skirt type garments that fashionable ladies use to hold their saree pleats when they don’t want to wear a petticoat.

She was wearing 7” high pencil heels and walked up to Rohan with long steps.

“You are family, darling, you don’t need an appointment.” He told her “What can I do for you?”

“Maybe take her to the balcony, honey,” Madhuri suggested “it will get smoky here.”

“Ok, good idea.” Rohan kissed Madhuri’s neck then turned and led Shweta out of the kitchen.

The living room balcony was not big but it was a good place to talk in the summer. It looked over the small back garden that the Dixits had. Rohan walked on to the balcony and leaned back on the railing. Shweta closed the balcony door and walked up close to him. He circled her waist with his arm and she easily came closer until their bodies were touching lightly.

“So, tell me darling, what’s causing these worry lines on your gorgeous face?”

“Rohan, I need help. You know Abhi and I have a small PR firm.” Shweta stayed easily close to him like they were intimate friends. In the past, they had chatted and flirted but only verbally. Rohan knew some things about her married life but he had not interfered. He had noticed how sexy Shweta dressed whenever the family went out, at least whenever Rohan was in the party. Last night also she had been wearing a western dress with a deep cleavage. If he hadn’t had a plan to nail Madhuri last night, he would have asked Shweta to dance.

He casually rubbed her back, letting his fingers move higher on her velvet smooth skin “I know you have a PR firm, yes.”

Putting her hand on his shoulder, she leaned in even closer “Well, I need your help. Business has not been good and it’s getting worse.”

Rohan kept his hand on her back and kept her closer. With his left hand he brushed her loose hair from her face, caressing her cheek lightly “I am sorry to hear that. I could take a look and give you some advice, maybe.”

Shweta cupped his cheek and leaned in closer “No, honey, just advice won’t be enough. You will need to take me in your hand.”

“Take you in my hand?” He looked at her as he rubbed her silky smooth bare slowly up and down.

“Yes, me and the company, hon.” Shweta nodded “The company will go under if I don’t do anything. My husband is not capable of handling the situation. Your have to step in and take things in hand, you are the only one who can save me and my company.”

He let his hand slide down to her butt and rubbed slowly “That’s a pretty big ask, Shweta. I will need to have a lot of details before I can decide even if I can help you or not.”