Page 59 of Wicked Trap

“I wasn’t staring at you,” she lied. “I was wondering if you knew how to ride the bike and if I was going reach home in one piece.”

He grinned. “Don’t worry, princess. I’ll take you home safely.”

If the arrogant jerk didn’t tease her about the effect he had on her, she would have chosen to go back home in a taxi. But instead, she let out an annoyed huff and sat behind him.

An electric sizzle ran through her at the slightest contact. She held him gingerly at first. But when he gave a powerful kick to the bike and started it, her grip tightened on his wide shoulders.

The bike raced out of the semi-darkened underground parking and onto the road. Her heart raced as adrenaline rushed through her. The cool wind fell on her face, and she felt as though she were flying. The roads were nearly empty, and the bike zipped through smoothly.

It must have barely taken them twenty minutes before they reached the apartment complex. When the bike stopped, she felt reluctant to get off. Pulling her hands away from his shoulders, she got down from the bike.

“Thanks,” she murmured.

She hurried towards the lifts, hoping she could go up in the lift on her own. But thanks to Arjun’s long legs, even with normal strides, he was able to catch up with her.

She stepped to the side and stood against one of the lift walls. But his presence and awareness filled her, enhanced by the charging silence. The few seconds it took to go up to the top floor felt like ages.

When the lift finally stopped and the doors opened, she hurried out.

Once again, he caught up with her. She went to her door and unlocked it immediately. But before she got inside, she paused.

She knew she had to thank him for reserving the table and getting her a huge discount on the bill. “Thank you for reserving the table tonight. And also for getting me the discount. My friends and I enjoyed the place.”

He didn’t respond.

Frowning, she thought he must have slipped into his apartment quietly, so she turned.

Her breath got stuck in her throat when she saw him watching her quietly. His usual cocky smirk was missing.

“I... I...” She forgot what she was saying.

One moment, they stared at each other, and the next moment their mouths crashed together. She dug her fingers into his leather jacket and dragged him closer. The grip on the back of her hair tightened as he bent her head back and ravaged her mouth.

Heat once again spread through her like liquid fire.

Her back hit the corridor wall with a small thud, but she didn’t feel a thing. All she felt was the heat and electricity coursing through her veins as their mouths fused.

Their mouths parted for a moment, and he rasped out against her lips.

“You looked so damn beautiful tonight, princess. I have been waiting to kiss you.”

A thrill ran through her at his compliment. Her legs turned weak, and she clung to him as their mouths met again.

“Agree to the deal,” he said, licking her bottom lip and causing her to shiver in pleasure. “Come out with me. Let’s spend time together.”

Despite the pleasure coursing through her body, his words pulled her back to reality.

Gasping out, she pushed him away from her. He didn’t move, but his mouth left hers. They stared at each other, drawing in heavy breaths. Hot and heavy tension continued to surround them, making her want to drag him to her once again.

“This is a mistake,” she said with panic. “I kissed you again because I’m drunk.”

“You are drunk, princess,” he said with a smile twisting his mouth. “But not with alcohol.” He leaned in slightly bringing his face closer to hers. “You are drunk on me just the way I feel drunk on you.”

Annoyance flared because the arrogant jerk was right.

She only had one drink, and that was nearly five hours ago. She had kissed him because she couldn’t stop herself. Even now, watching his hooded eyes and sexy smirk, she wanted to drag him close and bite his lips in passion. She wanted him to kiss her again.

She was pissed at how her body didn’t care that she hated him.

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