Page 36 of Wicked Trap

“I don’t know what you are talking about,” she said in a prim tone. “But I do know you don’t have a girlfriend.”

“Oh yeah? And how do you know that?”

“Because no sane girl would ever want to commit to you. You really are an arrogant ass.”

His dimples flashed in amusement. “Most women like arrogant asses.”

She rolled her eyes.

He let out a chuckle. The lift stopped at their floor, and she stepped out first while he followed next to her.

“So what mayhem have you caused today?” he asked.

She raised her chin. “Nothing.”

Nothing yet.

“I don’t believe you, princess. I’m sure there’s always something or other hatching inside that interesting mind of yours. And this time, it’s against Prism Corporation.”

They had reached the end of the corridor and stood in front of their apartments. The corridor wasn’t too wide, and so he was barely a couple of feet away.

She threw him a glare. “It’s none of your business what I do. And don’t you have a proper job other than attacking and harassing women in hallways?”

He slowly grinned. “I do have a job. And I only like attacking and harassing you in the hallway, princess.”

“Lucky me,” she muttered out loud, even though his closeness was having an unwanted effect on her. Her heart was beginning to race, and her skin broke into goosebumps.

Maybe her irrational attraction was obvious. Because his eyes suddenly hooded as he watched her.

“Want to join me for dinner?” he asked, his deep voice sounding huskier.

Her mouth watered at the thought of having delicious homemade food again.

“I can quickly whip up a dessert,” he tempted further. “Hot, sticky sweet apricots with melting ice cream.”

He was talking about food, but his voice sounded sinfully sexy, making the words seem dirty. Her breath caught in her throat. She suddenly imagined licking off the hot, sticky sweet apricot and the melting ice cream off his lips.

She sucked in a deep breath.

What the hell is wrong with me?

Must be a lack of proper sleep and anxiousness to get a job quickly at Prism Corporation. Why else would she be attracted to an arrogant jerk she hated?

Why else would she also recall the arrogant jerk’s touch and the feel his hard body against hers from a few days ago?

“Sameer,” she blurted out. “I’m meeting him to help me with my resume and job application. We... uh... will be busy for a while.”

Her neighbor froze, and his eyes flashed momentarily at her explanation. But before she could analyze his reaction, his mouth twisted into a mocking smirk. “Is that so? Well, have fun applying for the jobs, princess. And try not to bully or scare the guy too much with your endless scheming.”

Annoyance shot up inside her.

Gritting her teeth, she turned away and went to her apartment door. Once she unlocked and went inside, she slammed the door shut loudly on his mocking face.

I can’t believe I find the arrogant jerk attractive. I need my brain checked.

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“Are you sure you don’t want to apply for marketing or sales jobs?”

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