Page 72 of Wicked Trap

There was a slow smile on his face. Her stomach flipped at his smile.

“Why indeed,” he drawled. “Well, I know I might not interest you as much as the mail, but you agreed to the deal. So you need to fulfill your part.”

She blushed. “Fulfill what part?” she challenged.

Her mind threw visuals of him asking for something dirty and inappropriate. But instead of feeling offended, she couldn’t contain the excited thrill running through her body.

“I want you to invite me over for dinner,” he said.

She was stunned. “Oh.” She hadn’t expected him to say that. Feeling slightly disappointed that he didn’t ask for something dirty, she looked at him with a frown. “I don’t know how to cook.”

He looked amused. “Then treat me for a dinner, princess,” he suggested. “After all the dinners I cooked for you and the orgasms I gave you since last night, I think I deserve at least a dinner from you.”

She blushed hard once again. “You are such a shameless ass,” she scolded, looking at the empty corridor.

He grinned. “Yes. But I’m also right.”

She knew he was right. But she couldn’t go out with him. After the recent conversation with her father, she was sure her father would keep a close eye on her. Her father would definitely think Arjun was the boyfriend she had mentioned. With the upcoming elections and the billionaire her father was trying to set her up with, she knew it would be risky for Arjun to be seen with her.

“How about I order from outside, and we can eat at my place?” she suggested in return.

“Sure.”

She frowned at his easy acceptance. “And I... uh... have to talk to you about our deal. We need to set up... uh... some rules.” She had to tell him about her father without scaring him away.

He looked amused. “Can’t wait to hear those rules, princess. Let me freshen up. I’ll see you in a few minutes.”

She blushed as once again excitement and anticipation grew. She turned about to run back to her apartment to order dinner and set the table. But a strong arm wrapped around her waist and yanked her back. She crashed against a hard chest and before she could draw in a breath, her lips were caught in a scorching kiss.

Heat flared, and she clutched the soft material of Arjun’s t-shirt and returned the kiss.

But it was a short kiss and he pulled away.

“Can’t wait for tonight, princess,” he murmured deeply with a sexy smile. And then, he turned away and disappeared inside his apartment.

She stood near her door, her lips tingling and mind racing with excitement but also with doubts. The man could make her lose her mind. She wasn’t sure about whether or not she had made a mistake agreeing to the deal to spend time with him.

She didn’t know much about him. She didn’t even know his last name yet. What if he were some sort of conman? He knew her father was a rich, powerful politician.

She frowned at the thought.

If he wanted to trap you, he wouldn’t have behaved like an arrogant ass with you.

He would have behaved as most men who knew about her behaved. They were overly nice and sucked up to her. They weren’t at ease as Arjun was.

With that reassuring thought, she went into her apartment and prepared to receive her arrogant neighbor as her dinner guest while also setting up some rules to their deal.

***

The doorbell rang exactly thirty minutes later.

With her heart racing with excitement, she answered the door. Her heart skipped a beat seeing him freshly showered with slightly wet hair. He wore jeans and a t-shirt as usual. But the cologne he usually wore was more intense right then.

“I brought dessert,” he said, handing her a small box.

Knowing it would be yet another scrumptious dish he made, she took it from him.

“Come on in,” she murmured.

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