So many second-generation Indians didn’t understand, she thought as she stepped back from Ajay. Her fury was barely contained. “I think we’re done here.”

“You have to tell me if you want to work with me and my family.”

“That’s not a business require—”

“I thought you were smarter than that.”

“I want to start over!” she burst out. Her hands fisted at her sides as she tried to regain control of her temper. “Because my divorce is going through in a few months. I have a job offer from Gen One, and I want to screw my ex-husband after he screwed with me, by selling to his competitor, dammit. I also want a challenge again and selling accomplishes all those things. Happy?”

Ajay smiled at her now, and it was so disarming that she stood motionless, even as he reached out and tucked her hair behind her ear.

“I’m sorry. That comment was out of line.”

“You said it to piss me off.”

“And it worked. I won’t go there again, though.”

Raj paused. “I . . . appreciate it.”

“I can’t commit to anything until I meet with my executive team,” he said. “In the meantime, we’ll get the nondisclosures in place. If and when we decide we’re interested, you’ll send over your corporate documents and we’ll start the review process.”

She let out an audible breath.

“I’ll have my legal team get the ball rolling on our end. Maybe we’ll do business, or maybe we won't. I’m willing to explore the options, though.”

Raj grabbed her bag and had crossed the room when Ajay’s hand caught hers. She turned and found herself inches from his chest. He’d sneaked up behind her so silently that she hadn’t even realized he’d followed her to the exit.

“What’s this?” she asked, leaning back against the door. A fluttering in the pit of her stomach spread warmth through her body. She was barely able to control her shiver.

Ajay shifted so that his hands rested on either side of her head. He leaned forward until his nose almost touched hers. His scent, a subtle fresh and clean musk, fogged her senses. He was so much taller than her that it felt like he was surrounding her.

“When is the divorce final?” he asked. His voice was low, and Raj followed the subtle curve of his lips as they moved. She felt hypnotized.

“Three months.”

“Three months until you’re a free woman?”

“I’ve been a free woman since I was eighteen. Marriage doesn’t change that, you ass.”