Page 65 of Reckless Hate

Finally, they pulled into the campus and came to a stop outside the gates close to her housing unit. She quickly got off the bike, but before she could run away, her wrist was caught by warm, calloused fingers. She turned to look at her enemy. His mouth was twisted into a cocky smile, flashing his dimples.

“Goodnight, Sam. Sleep well.”

She didn’t say anything. Tugging her hand free, she hurried back to her housing unit.

She returned to her apartment and walked straight into her bedroom before shutting the door. She leaned her back against it and closed her eyes.

Memories of the dinner date ran through her mind like a loop. The bike ride. The kiss. And what had happened when his long, thick finger drove her to the peak of passion.

She sucked in a breath as the place between her legs began to throb once again.

It won’t happen again. It can’t.

Ved Simha was her enemy.

He hates me, and I hate him.

She was glad she fulfilled her part of the bet. The dinner date was done, which meant there would be no reason for them to interact with each other again.

With shaking legs, she went to shut the balcony doors and locked them. But even as she did that, the thought of not kissing her enemy againor touching him made her heart sink.

Merde!

CHAPTER 28

It was next to impossible, but Samantha somehow managed not to face her enemy for four days.

She avoided going to the cafeteria during breakfast and lunch. When Rishi asked her about it, she gave the excuse of her workload, but being the perceptive nuisance he was, there was a knowing smile on Rishi’s ridiculously handsome face.

She wasn’t willing to discuss her enemy or what had happened between them with anyone. Not even to herself.

But towards the end of each day when she slipped into her bed and closed her eyes, her enemy haunted her. His deep voice whispered into her ear with things she would have thought were impossible before he had touched her.

Taking in a shuddering breath, she pushed away her forbidden thoughts. Luckily, the pending assignments and the rest of her classes and training took up most of her time.

“Hello, Samantha.”

Samantha looked up. She was just done with practice and was packing up her tennis racket. “Hello, Coach.”

The coach smiled. “Are you all set for the games next week?”

“Yes, Coach.”

“Good. I suggested your name to the dean for the Outreach Program you were interested in. I think she will agree. You should receive an email from the dean’s office soon.”

She nodded. “Thank you, Coach.”

The coach smiled. “You are welcome. See you at practice tomorrow.”

Picking up her sports bag, she waved at the rest of the team before heading back to her housing unit.

She took a quick shower and went into the kitchen to look in her refrigerator. Despite the long practice, she wasn’t too tired. She wanted to make a quick meal to relax her racing mind.

Forty minutes later, she was done cooking the pasta dish and turned off the stove. Just then, the apartment door opened.

“I made chicken pasta. Grab a plate.” she said.

“Sure,” the deep voice replied.

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