Page 48 of Wicked Trap

She knew she couldn’t risk staying too late right on the first day, but she kept scanning through them. When she didn’t come across anything significant, she shut her computer and decided to go home.

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It was dark when she arrived at her apartment building. Although her day began earlier than usual, she was far from tired. Her mind was spinning with the information of her training and also of the folders she began digging through. None of it was useful so far, but she knew it was only a matter of time until she stumbled across something important.

She went towards the lifts. Hoping she could catch up with her writing on one of the articles that was due, she planned to get to sleep before midnight.

The lift doors were about to close when a masculine hand stuck inside to hold it open. Annoyed that she was being delayed, she was frowning when the doors opened completely and revealed who it was.

“Good evening, princess.”

Her face heated in a hot blush seeing Arjun’s amused face as he stepped into the lift with her. She recalled her decision to ignore him and pretend nothing happened between them.

But her body heated when he stood next to her.

The ride up was tense, and when the doors to the lift finally opened, they stepped out together. The walk along the corridor was also tense.

Why couldn’t the jerk walk faster with his long legs? Why did he have to walk next to me?

Was he looking to talk about their kiss?

Hoping to get it over with, she turned to him when they reached the end of the corridor.

“The kiss is a mistake,” she snapped. “It was a huge mistake that won’t ever happen again.”

His mouth twisted into a dimpled smirk. “Okay.”

She was annoyed by his attitude. She had been haunted by their kiss day and night, recalling every moment of it and how she had felt and reacted to it. Even now, her senses were hyperaware to his subtle cologne and reacted to his close presence with goosebumps on her skin.

But the jerk in front of her behaved as though it weren’t a big deal. The ass probably kissed dozens more women.

I hate him!

“You look quite worked up, princess. Are you okay?” he asked in amusement.

“Go to hell!” she yelled before whirling away from him.

She realized she was hardly behaving in a cool, mature manner as planned.

Taking a deep breath, she ignored her arrogant neighbor. She had a lot to do that night, and she wasn’t going to let him annoy her. She placed her key into the lock to open the door. But her key wasn’t fitting properly.

Frowning, she tried again.

“What the hell?” she muttered out loud.

She tried for a few more times. But each time ended the same. She let out a vicious curse for not being able to open the damn door. She didn’t know what to do. She supposed she had to call a locksmith, but it would take them a while to arrive.

“Your cursing is quite impressive, princess,” Arjun’s deep voice drawled.

She swung around and saw him leaning against his door with an amused smirk. He had unlocked his door.

“My main door key isn’t working,” she gritted. “I need to call a locksmith.”

He raised an eyebrow. “You can call the new building manager and have a maintenance guy look at it. It would be faster.”

She frowned. She didn’t know there was a new building manager or a maintenance team. But the new owner who bought the building must have set them up.

“Do you have their number?” she asked.

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