Deepika Padukone Photoshoot mein Chudai

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"Hope so," he stuttered, quickly forcing himself to regroup, "but for now I'm just doing anything I have to, making tea and coffee," he said, holding up his mug, then realising his error, feeling as if he'd been so rude to her. He didn't give her a chance to speak, to follow up her understanding mm-hmm, jumping in quickly.

"By the way, do you want anything to drink, tea, coffee, anything?" he said, quickly but politely, she glanced down at the mug, then back up at him, raising her eyebrows a little as she broke into a sweet grin.

"Inviting me for coffee are you?" she purred, just looking him in the eye with her own gorgeous ones.

"Well, if you fancy something hot," he replied without thinking, immediately feeling his chest clench in terror that he'd pushed it too far, but her dirty, genuine laugh told him otherwise straight away as she saw the humour in his quip.

"Well I would but I really best go get ready, get my clothes on...or off, I'm not sure which exactly," she giggled, looking up and catching his eye again.

"Ok then well, you'd best go find out I guess, it was nice to meet you," he said, extending a hand.

"You too, have fun running," she teased, reaching out to just lightly shake his hand, more a courtesy grasp, but it was like a thunderbolt as her soft, warm fingers just closed round his for a fleeting moment, his heart rate increasing, breathing catching in his throat.

"Have fun posing," he said as her hand slid from his and she turned to leave, making her give a cheeky grin and glance back to him as she walked away towards her dressing room, giving him a perfect chance to check out her gorgeous ass as she did, firm and inviting in her tight jeans. As she rounded the corner into her dressing room the moment was broken and he snapped back to reality, feeling like an electric charge dissipated from the air, leaving it clear, fresh and cool, like the aftermath of a heavy thunderstorm that left the atmosphere washed clean. Glancing round, he saw a couple of people looking at him, who held their nerve enough to give him questioning faces before they went back to what they were doing, leaving him to look down at his neglected mug of tea, swiftly raising his shaking mug to take a gulp of the sweet beverage, hoping it might help calm his jangling nerves and racing heart. Quickly finishing his tea and feeling very self conscious, not quite knowing what to do with himself, he went round and collected up the empty mugs from people, deciding that a couple of minutes alone washing them up might be a good idea to give him a chance to catch his breath.

If any of them had fully seen his flirty exchange with Deepika none of them mentioned it, even the ones that'd made eyes at him, and he swiftly collected up the empties and went to wash them up, not rushing too much as he took some deep breaths and ran over the incident in his head, trying to hold his rampant imagination from running wild with what might happen, or what would've happened from then had he been the one with the power. He wasn't sure what it was, but he thought it might just be her boldness and confidence that threw him off a little, not quite prepared for the fact she'd even spoken to him, let alone flirted with him in such a straight forward manner. Finishing with the mugs, another deep breath or two and he headed back to the main set area, where the technicians were just finishing setting up the equipment, calibrating for light levels and so on, the photographers themselves preparing their cameras ready for the gorgeous lady of the moment.