Page 73 of Wicked Trap

Strangely, she felt nervous. It was the first time she was allowing a man into her personal space. Apart from her small circle of friends, she hadn’t invited anyone into her apartment.

“Nice décor, princess. Suits you.”

“Thank you,” she said.

She took the dessert dish and set it up along with the takeout dishes on her small table in the kitchen. Meanwhile, Arjun continued to explore her small living room.

All apartments in the building were identical. But her décor was different from others. She knew most people might find it strange that she had expensive antiques in her living room that cost more than the apartment.

“The antique show pieces belonged to my mother,” she explained.

“I see.” He was looking at the pictures on the walls. Most of them were of her mother. Only one picture had her father standing next to her and her mother. There were a few pictures of her with her friends.

Despite what she let him do to her the previous night and earlier that morning, allowing him to look at her personal pictures felt way too intimate.

“Let’s have dinner,” she said hurriedly.

He smirked at her. “You seem to be in a hurry, princess. You want to get rid of me? Or are you in a hurry to get started on the next part of our date?”

She blushed. “I’m more worried about eating the food while it’s still hot.”

He looked amused as he joined her at the small table. “Just so you know, you can’t get rid of me easily, princess.”

She raised an eyebrow at him. “I have known that since our first meeting.”

He threw his head back and laughed at her remark. Her stomach fluttered watching him laugh.

Soon, they began eating.

“Not bad,” he said after having a few bites of the food.

“It’s from the restaurant at the end of our street,” she said. As someone who knew how to cook delicious food, the takeout food must be just tolerable to him.

“Where did you learn cooking?” she asked.

“My mother taught me,” he replied.

She was surprised.

His mouth twisted. “Why do you look so shocked?”

“You don’t look like the kind to listen to your mother’s instructions,” she replied.

He laughed. “I did give her a hard time in many things, but cooking is something I did to help out while she was working and studying to be a teacher. I cooked as a necessity at first, but soon I began to enjoy it.”

She was touched that he helped his mother while his mother was busy working and studying. He might be an arrogant ass, but he was also a considerate arrogant ass.

“What about you?” he asked, reading her mind easily.

“Well... I can’t cook. But I do want to learn.” She didn’t want to mention anything about her mother or father. She already regretted mentioning her mother the previous night.

He picked up on her omission but didn’t prod her.

“I can teach you cooking if you want to learn,” he offered.

That excited her. “Really?”

“Yes, really.” His eyes danced with amusement while a smirk formed. “The preferred uniform for the lessons is an apron and nothing else.”

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