Chapter 200

• Arni acknowledged that Mumbai was its normal cosmopolitan self. Meetings overran into cocktail and dinner parties that went on into the early hours of the morning as the socialites of the city mingled with its movers and shakers.
• Tonight he was dining with a fellow entrepreneur, an Indian in his early fifties, originally educated in England, who had returned to Mumbai to take over a family business. Amongst the guests was a Bollywood actress who was currently trying to engage Arni's interest in something more intimate than dinner table conversation by asking him if he had yet visited the city's latest exclusive nightclub.
• She was very beautiful, with the kind of figure that could make a grown man cry, and her fingertips rested lightly on Arni’s suit-clad arm as she leaned closer to him to envelop him in a cloud of scent. For some reason, her movements were designed to be sensual and discreetly erotic, but for some reason they failed to stir his pulses. Her scent wasn’t the scent he wanted to breathe in, her eyes weren’t amber but dark brown, and whilst her touch did nothing whatsoever for him, he only had to think about Orla’s touch for his body to react.