Chapter Thirty Eight
Rajiv’s Debriefing
“…I don’t want you to go,” he had told her.
Anya remained by her cases in silence, one dismissive glance enough to tell him where he stood. Her one glance, however, enough to tell her he was freshly bathed from their encounter in his bedroom; a still full-head of grey hair darkened by the waters of the shower along with a baggy tee shirt and casual Calvin Klein bottoms to replace the Versace denims.
Clean boxer shorts she took as read.
“Be reasonable, Anya,” he continued, urgency explained, she thought –along with other, equally compelling, worries- by the expectation a taxi might arrive at any second to whisk her away. “What else did you expect to happen when you…?”
His voice tailed off, the image of her foot as she allowed the sole to travel
