Page 77 of Wicked Trap

Tanvi decided to kill the arrogant ass later.

“All right, ladies. My girlfriend ordered me to make her a special meal tonight. I need to get going to slave in the kitchen before she arrives.”

“Please tell her again that she is the luckiest woman on earth.”

“Oh, I definitely will.” The arrogant ass sounded amused.

Tanvi shut her mail box. The sound was louder than usual and drew attention to her.

“Oh hi, Tanvi,” one of the girls greeted.

“Hello.”

“Have you seen Arjun’s girlfriend?”

Her eyes fell on him. His dimples flashed, and the jerk looked beyond amused.

“No. I haven’t seen her,” she replied.

She realized her voice came out slightly annoyed.

“Excuse me,” she said and walked to the lifts with her mail, most of which was junk that she needed to trash.

She stepped into the lifts and immediately pressed the button to shut the doors. There was one more person inside the lift, an old woman who lived on the second floor.

“Hello, Mrs. Murlidhar,” she greeted and continued to press the button to shut the lift doors. But just before the doors closed, a masculine hand held it open at the last moment.

With an amused smirk, Arjun stepped inside the lift and greeted the old woman.

The woman greeted him back with a smile. “Hello, Arjun.”

Tanvi ignored him and pretended to sort her mail.

There was silence in the lift until Mrs. Murlidhar got out on the next floor. As soon as the lift doors closed, the arrogant ass pounced.

“You look tensed, princess,” he said, pinning her to the lift walls and trapping her by placing both his arms on either side of her. “I thought after earlier this morning when you kept calling God multiple times, you would be much more relaxed.”

Her face heated, and she glared. “Stop it, you jerk. Someone might see or hear us.”

He grinned. She wanted to slap the cocky smirk on his face, but her body heated at his nearness.

She shook her head, trying to ward away his spell. “Arjun, I’m serious about not letting anyone know about us. It’s not safe.”

He frowned slightly at her statement. “Not safe? What does that mean, princess?”

She didn’t want to tell him about her father or the threat her father would pose against a man he thought was her boyfriend.

Taking a deep breath, she pasted an identical smirk on her face. “It means your demanding, short-tempered girlfriend is hungry. Time to slave away in the kitchen.”

He slowly grinned. “Oh yeah? I hope she remembers that her cooking lessons are not over.”

He had been teaching her how to cook, and she was quite excited to eat what she made with his help.

“I’m sure your girlfriend remembers, although she is still going to refuse to follow the dress code her perverted teacher demands each time.” The perverted ass had wanted her to cook wearing just an apron.

He threw his head back and laughed.

Her stomach fluttered watching him laugh. In the few days since they began their affair, she discovered that he wasn’t reserved like most men. He infuriated her, teased her, was playful and was also beyond passionate. Whatever he did, he gave it his all.

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