Page 43 of Wicked Trap

“Sameer is sweet and quiet too. He isn’t an old lady!”

Once again, there was an arrogant smirk.

“Ugh. You are such a jerk!”

He laughed. “Come help me with the fruits.”

“Oh.” She was intrigued. She had never cooked or been asked to help in the kitchen.

She went closer. “What should I do?”

“Cut them into small pieces.” He handed her the dried fruit pieces.

She noticed that even though his living room was sparsely furnished, his kitchen seemed well-stocked. All the kitchenware looked shiny and well-maintained. Either everything was brand new or he was obsessively clean.

She washed the fruit and carefully cut them into small pieces.

He put them into a saucepan with sugar syrup and a couple of cardamom pieces.

“Keep stirring it,” he told her while he took care of the simmering curry next to it.

She held the ladle and carefully stirred the contents of the saucepan.

She could sense his gaze on her all the while.

“I’m quite intrigued by you following my instructions without any arguments,” he said.

She threw him a glance. “Don’t get used to it,” she retorted. “I’m like this only in the kitchen. I’m not going to blindly follow your instructions elsewhere.”

There was a slow grin. “I’ll remember that, princess.”

Her cheeks heated at the suggestive tone. She imagined following his different kinds of instructions in the kitchen.

Ugh. Stop thinking of him that way!

“Does your father have a tough time making you follow his instructions too?” he asked.

She raised an eyebrow. “What do you think?”

He smirked. “I think you give him a hell of a time to keep you out of trouble.”

She was annoyed because it was true. But she didn’t want to discuss her father or her personal things.

“What about you?” she demanded. “Do you have a family? Or were you born to wolves in a forest?”

He laughed. “I do have a family, princess. Although I would like to think I’m a big bad wolf when it comes to you.”

She rolled her eyes even as her stomach fluttered once again.

“Let me guess,” she said. “You must be the only child or the youngest.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Youngest of three. How did you guess?”

This time, she smirked. “Because you are an arrogant brat who is used to getting away with a lot of things for being the youngest.”

He laughed. “Guilty as charged.”

Despite herself, she smiled. He was an arrogant jerk, but he didn’t give out the vibes of being creepy. Although she was annoyed by him, she didn’t find him disgusting. In fact, she had to try hard to fight the strong pull she felt towards him.

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