Page 61 of Reckless Hate

While she checked what ingredients were inside her refrigerator, the bedroom door opened.

“I’m free tonight and planning to make dinner,” she told her roommate. “What would you like to have?”

“I would love a homemade meal,” a deep voice replied. “But we already have food being delivered for our date.”

She almost banged her head inside the refrigerator in shock. She straightened and looked towards the kitchen’s entrance. Instead of her petite roommate, it was her enemy’s tall form who stood there. He was wearing a biker jacket and jeans and held a helmet in his hands. He looked like a model from a teen biker magazine.

Pushing away her fanciful thoughts, she focused on the situation at hand.

“What are you doing here,” she snapped.

His mouth twisted. “I came to take you out for dinner.”

“I told you something came up tonight, and I was busy.”

He raised an eyebrow. Heat filled her cheeks since she was literally caught saying she was free that night.

He stepped towards her, and her heart began racing. The addictive citrusy cologne began filling her senses. And now the musky fragrance reminded her of the previous night when she was plastered against him in front of a mirror while his hands were inside her uniform.

He looked at her face with a challenging stare. “I never thought you’d be a coward, Sam.”

Anger spiked inside her hearing the word. “I’m not a coward.”

“Oh yeah?” he said. “Then prove it. Keep your part of the bet. Come out for dinner with me.”

She tried to think of some other excuse but found none. She knew she had no choice. The bastard in front of her knew of her weakness. She hated being called a coward. During their childhood, whenever he wanted her to do something stupid or reckless, he often challenged her, saying she shouldn’t be a coward.

“Fine,” she said ungraciously. “Let’s get this dinner over with.”

His mouth twisted into an amused smirk, flashing his dimples.

She walked back to her bedroom and shut the door before locking it with an audible click. She heard the sound of his chuckle.

Taking another deep breath, she went into her closet to pick out a dress to wear for the evening. A small shiver passed through her when she recalled his words.

“Wear red. It suits you.”

Pushing away the strange nervousness, she pulled out a dress and got ready.

Fifteen minutes later, she stepped out of her room where her enemy was waiting. He was seated on the living room sofa chatting with her blushing roommate.

Sensing her presence, he looked up. His mouth twisted when he saw that she was wearing an emerald-green jumpsuit instead of a red-colored dress like he had ordered.

“Oh wow! You look beautiful, Samantha,” Anita said with a smile.

“Thank you.”

Her roommate smiled shyly. “Enjoy your date! Ved said he is going to surprise you with the location.”

Samantha looked at her enemy. “I don’t like surprises.”

Her enemy looked amused. “There are a lot of things you think you might not like, until you experience it.”

Her cheeks heated as she recalled the previous night’s orgasm.

Ignoring the heat in the pit of her stomach, she straightened her back even more. “Let’s go. It’s getting late, and I have to get back early… for urgent work.”

Her cheeks heated even more when her enemy’s eyes flashed in amusement at her lie.

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