Chapter 4Seducing My Brother’s Cold Roommate

The stream host laughed, reading my username aloud. "Beckett's Wife, welcome. What is your wish?"

My camera turned on, and my eyes met Beckett’s through the screen.

His dark pupils contracted slightly, a flicker of genuine surprise crossing his otherwise stoic face.

"Beckett," I said, resting my chin in my hands, putting on my sweetest, most teasing voice. "Can I get a kiss?"

Under the gaze of millions of viewers, Beckett coolly replied, "No."

The chat flooded with comments:

Oh my god, she actually asked that.

"Can I come over and look at your abs?" I continued.

"No," he said, perfectly deadpan.

"Will you call me baby or wifey?"

"In your dreams."

I felt like I was interacting with an AI bot, and it was honestly thrilling. "You're so good at this, Beckett. My brother lied to me. Your fingers are so incredibly flexible, and the pink on your knuckles is so pretty..."

It would look even prettier on my skin, I added silently in my mind.

Beckett maintained his polite, chilly distance, parrying every single one of my advances.

As his scheduled stream time neared its end, I finally threw down my real card.

"Take me out to dinner, Beckett."

He stared at his camera for a long moment. Then, his lips parted. "Okay."

"Love you, husband!" I blew a kiss to the camera and immediately disconnected the call.

The host was grinning, and the chat was in absolute chaos:

She's like a sweet strawberry shortcake. I don't know if Reaper was charmed, but I certainly am.

I can't believe I just witnessed this live. Is this a romantic comedy?

I've been following Reaper for three years, and this is the first time I've ever seen a girl get close to him. Are they secretly dating?

The straight-forward girl always wins the quiet guy. I bet he falls for her.

No way, she goes to my college. She's a total social butterfly. They're from completely different worlds.

On the day of our dinner, I woke up at six in the morning.

I selected my absolute best dress—a pastel piece with a delicate pink silk bow at the collar. I spent two hours applying a flawless "no-makeup" makeup look.

I spun around in front of my roommate. "How do I look?"

Chloe gave me a thumbs-up. "Like a princess."

Satisfied, I arrived at the restaurant forty minutes early. I immediately ordered a full steak dinner for myself and devoured it.

That way, when Beckett arrived, I could eat two bites of a salad and pretend I had the delicate appetite of a bird.

I was happily chewing on my last bite of steak when I heard a familiar voice. I looked up to find Beckett standing there, staring at my empty plate with a highly complex expression.

Even in my embarrassment, I couldn't help but admire him.

Unlike his usual gaming hoodies, he was wearing a crisp, tailored white shirt buttoned all the way to his collar, and dark trousers that emphasized his long, powerful legs. He looked incredibly sophisticated, and the restraint of his outfit only made him look sexier.

I wondered if he had dressed like this on purpose, knowing exactly what it did to me.

"The waiter just brought this by mistake," I said, my voice entirely confident despite the lie. "I told him I didn't want it, but he insisted."

Beckett listened to my terrible excuse, his lips twitching into a tiny, rare smile.

The waiter walked over, handing us the menus.

"What else would you like?" Beckett asked.

I quickly slipped back into my sweet persona, smiling warmly. "I'm already full. My appetite is quite small. You should just order for yourself."

The waiter looked confused. "Miss Colton, did you still want the double order of truffle mac and cheese you requested with the steak, then?"

The private room fell into a dead, agonizing silence.

The dinner ended up being a very quiet affair, with Beckett quietly ordering a few signature dishes to save me from further embarrassment.