Dating Dr. Dil (If Shakespeare was an Auntie #1)(31)
“You got it,” the nurse said, and turned to walk back into the room.
Prem waited a few moments longer until he heard Kareena’s shriek of indignation. He grinned and strolled away whistling. This was going to be more fun than he’d thought.
Chapter Nine
Kareena
Dhruv: Hey, gorgeous. Thanks for accepting my profile.
Kareena: You’re welcome!
Dhruv: Are you into golden showers?
Kareena: BLOCK
User 875387: I want to eat you
Kareena: BLOCK
Parth: Nic pic, u wan franndship????? ??
Kareena: BLOCK
Edward: Hey, how’s it going?
Kareena: Hey. I never met a desi person named Edward before! Nice to meet you.
Edward: :-D Oh, I changed my name. Women let me bite them like a vampire more with my current name than with the name I was born with.
Kareena: BLOCK
Vinny: Hi, hello. I am seeking a wife.
Kareena: BLOCK
Jaspreet: Hey, aren’t you the girl who is supposedly dating Dr. Dil from that show?
Kareena: BLOCK
Prem-Dr. Phil: Hey, you want to go out this Saturday?
Kareena: Not particularly.
Prem-Dr. Phil: Do you have a date with someone else?
Kareena: No, not yet but keeping my options open.
Prem-Dr. Phil: I think we need to get to know each other better for when we announce that we’re together.
Kareena: I think we know each other fine.
Prem-Dr. Phil: Okay, then we need to meet for a picture. I have to post at least one social media picture since I talked about you on my show.
Kareena: That sounds like a you-problem.
Prem-Dr. Phil: Fine. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.
Kareena wrenched the bolt a little too hard and nicked her finger. “Ouch,” she hissed. There was just enough light underneath the carriage of her car that she was able to pull off her glove to check to see if she was bleeding. Thankfully, it was just a red welt.
She dropped her head back against the hot pink creeper seat and closed her eyes. The early June weather made her car shed a sauna of epic proportions, but it was quiet and peaceful, which was exactly what she needed. Between work and dating and avoiding her sister’s rage-filled engagement party requests, she was exhausted.
Thankfully, Kareena’s new job, her dream job, was a place filled with wonderful women who supported her after The Dr. Dil Show continued to go viral, so work, in addition to her car, had become a place of solace from the madness.
Behind her desk at her office, or here in the backyard shed, she could finally think about Prem’s offer in peace.
Partnering with Dr. Dil meant she’d have to deal with the aftereffects of an even more public breakup later. She didn’t know if she’d be able to recover from that. But at the same time, it made sense to join forces because neither of them had very many options.
Although it may be her only option since online dating was coming up empty-handed. The aunties refused to help any more than they already had, because they were convinced that Prem was perfect for her.
Like always, Kareena was on her own. And to be fair, the house meant more to her than it did to anyone else.
“Do you just lie under there or do you actually get work done?”
Kareena jerked and almost hit her head on the undercarriage of the car. “Son of a bitch!”
“Are you hurt?” Prem’s voice was sharp now. She felt him grip her bare ankle and roll her out from her position.
She squinted at the light and looked up at his sharply defined cheekbones highlighted by the sunlight coming in through the open shed doors.
“What are you doing here?” she blurted out.
“Where are you hurt?” he asked, crouching down at her side. Good god, his crotch was practically at eye level. Luckily he wasn’t in those thin scrubs this time around. Those jeans were still pretty fitted, though.
“I’m not hurt,” she finally replied and sat up on her pink creeper. He was too close, too overwhelming whenever he crowded her space.
When he didn’t say anything after a moment, she looked up and met his stare.
“You’re just as beautiful in engine grease as you are in a sweater vest,” he said quietly.
Her heart thudded hard in her chest, and she could feel her brain malfunction even as she pulled back. “Why are you here?”
He got to his feet, his warm hands grasping hers and pulling her up. Their bodies brushed, and Kareena jerked again, a tingle shooting up her spine.
“You haven’t been responding to my texts,” he finally said. “Since I’m done prepping for my show tomorrow and I’m not on call tonight, I decided to come out and see you myself. Wow, this is the E30 you’re working on, huh? I can’t remember if you told me. Was this your father’s car?”
She narrowed her eyes at him as he walked slowly around her car touching everything. “Dad bought it for my mom from a guy who barely drove it. After Mom died, Dad was too sad to drive it anymore, so I bought it off him before he could sell it to someone else.”
Prem ran his fingers through his thick black hair. One stubborn lock slid back into place across his forehead. “It’s nice. Looks like it needs a lot of work, though.”