Page 53 of Reckless Hate

She took a deep breath. “I’m fine,” she said. And then, she gave him a sweeping look. “I would have thanked you for getting me home and checking on me. But since it wasyourgirlfriend who drugged me, I won’t.”

She knew she was being a bitch. But she suddenly recalled how he reacted right after their kiss. She felt angry and embarrassed that he was disgusted by their kiss.

He let out a laugh, not taking offence with her statement. “Touché,” he said.

She raised her eyebrow at the use of a French word.

He laughed. “Yes, I know a bit of French too.”

She doubted it. He probably knew a few words that most people or tourists learned.

He looked into her drawer. There was a cocky smile on his face as he reached into it and held some red, lacy underwear. “Here. You can wear this.”

She grabbed it from him as her cheeks heated. “Tu es un connard!” she snapped.

The jerk laughed. “In English, please.”

“You are an asshole!”

He continued to grin. “Do you need help inside the shower?”

“No!” she snapped.

Her enemy was having too much fun at her cost. But she couldn’t get angry at him. Even though she said she wouldn’t thank him, he had more or less taken care of her when she was at her most vulnerable.

She grabbed the nearest dress hanging in her closet and looked at him. “Stay out of my bathroom! Or better yet, leave.”

He smiled and shook his head. “I’ll wait outside. But don’t lock the bathroom door. I promise not to sneak in on you. Although you already showed me everything.”

She knew he was talking about the incident in the men’s shower area when she changed her clothes in front of him.

Glaring at him once again, she went into the bathroom and shut the door. She didn’t lock it.

She wasn’t stupid. She knew she might have a dizzy spell and could hurt herself. Strangely or rather stupidly, she trusted her enemy not to burst in on her in the bathroom.

Taking a deep breath, she took a hot shower. She also brushed her teeth to get rid of the dryness. By the time she put on fresh underwear, changed into a knee-length cotton dress and stepped out, her bedroom smelled amazingly of freshly brewed coffee.

Shockingly and not so surprisingly, Anita was smiling and chatting with Ved Simha in the bedroom. He turned his head, sensing her presence.

“Are you still feeling dizzy?” he asked.

“No, I’m fine.”

Anita turned and smiled at her. “Good morning, Samantha. I brought coffee, and Ved ordered bagels.”

Samantha nodded.

She wasn’t sure she liked having people fussing over her. One was her enemy and the other was a roommate she wasn’t supposed to care about or be friendly with. But somehow, maybe because of the drugs, her defenses were down.

“Thanks.”

But Anita didn’t join her for breakfast. She got up from the bed. “I… uh… have some things to get to. I just wanted to check on you. See you two later.”

Anita left the room hurriedly and shut the door.

“I like your roommate,” her enemy said in an amused voice.

Samantha glared at him. He was lounging on her bed and helping himself to a freshly baked bagel and a cup of coffee. She knew she couldn’t kick him out yet. He was wicked enough to take back the yummy smelling bagels.

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