Page 84 of Reckless Dare

What if this is another part of her tormentor’s plan?

Did he still want her to leave?

She still didn’t have answers to that. But since she already agreed to a date in a moment of weakness and guilt, she would have to discover the truth herself.

You’ll be fine.

She wasn’t a frightened rabbit anymore. She could stand up to her tormentor in case this was some elaborate plan on his side.

Biting her lip, she looked at the attire she had on for the evening. She could not remember the last time she had gone through her entire closet, changing one outfit after another to find the right match.

She didn’t want to wear something too dressy that would give him the wrong signal. At the same time, she didn’t want to dress up in her usual jeans and t-shirt. He belonged to the Simha family. What if he took all of his dates to an upscale restaurant?

Ugh. I need help.

She wanted to text him to ask him which restaurant he was planning to take her to for dinner. But she decided against it. She didn’t want to come off as too eager.

She finally settled on a simple yellow, cotton top with cap sleeves and paired it with a pair of cropped jeans. She also wore the knitted scarf that her sister gifted her to jazz up her otherwise casual attire. She left her hair loose.

Just when she was applying some lip balm, her phone flashed with a message.

Tormentor: Waiting at Ruby gate.

She sucked in a breath looking at the brief message. Ruby gate was the nearest exit to her housing unit. She could simply walk there.

Slipping into her usual comfortable sneakers, she grabbed her purse and stepped out of her apartment. The corridors of the housing unit were bustling with activity as students went on with their weekend plans.

What if we run into someone at the restaurant?

She didn’t know whether she was ready for the attention she would get if people discovered that she went on a date with Abhiram Simha.

As it is, people were quite curious about them, especially after she had a showdown with him and called him an entitled asshole. Since then people’s curiosity only got stronger when Abhiram Simha gave her the winning rugby ball during the game.

She shook her head again.

It’s going to be fine. It is only a one time date.

Once people realize she and the student president don’t hang out together as a couple, they’ll lose interest. With that thought, she stepped out of the housing unit and headed to the place where the devil was waiting for her.

She was shocked and her heart raced as soon as she saw the dark shadow seated on a sports bike. She knew it was him because she recognized his bike color.

He’s taking me on a date on his bike?

She expected him to come in a sports car or a jeep like the other students. But she was shocked that he didn’t.

Her heart thudded even harder when she neared him. He wasn’t wearing his usual sports jersey or the Simha uniform. Instead, he was wearing a black motorcycle jacket with dark blue jeans.

With broad well-defined shoulders and seated casually on his sports bike, he looked like a cover model of some wildly popular teen magazine.

“H-hi,” she greeted, feeling a bit anxious.

He watched her for a long moment, his eyes lazily taking in her yellow top, cropped jeans and her sneakers. His eyes also fell on her fingers as she fidgeted with her purse.

Just when she thought of asking if she was dressed appropriately, he surprised her. “You look beautiful, Harvard.”

His mouth twisted with a small smile seeing her slightly shocked expression.

“Here, put this on and tighten it properly.”

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