Page 22 of Anything To Be With You

"Moron," I mumble.

"What?"

"Nothing."

I cross my arms over my chest. "What do you want, Archer."

"Mr. Archer. This is your last warning." He snarls.

Gabe chuckles from his seat. "Don’t listen to him, Dani girl, he secretly loves you calling him Archer."

Luke mutters something under his breath. He hands me a piece of paper and a credit card. "Lunch order."

"You know they have this thing now called delivery, where you can get people to bring the food to you."

"Yeah, they’re called PA’s," Luke states.

I reach over and snatch the items from his hand, mocking him under my breath.

"Make sure it’s still hot when it gets here."

I roll my eyes. "And what if it’s not?" I argue.

Those ice blue eyes slowly raise to meet mine. "Do you want to chance it?" Luke questions, raising his brow in challenge.

I consider the fact that he probably would fire my ass over something as stupid as cold food.

Gabe’s fingers brush along the burn mark behind my knee, catching me off guard. The nerve of that guy. Looking down into his sky-blue eyes, I say, "hands to yourself big boy."

Removing his large hand and walking out, I hear Gabe laugh and Luke mumble something. I grab my purse and head to Carrie’s desk.

"Carrie, lunch? Archer’s buying," I wiggle the card in front of her face.

That’ll teach him for being an asshole.

She taps her chin with one long finger. "Sure, grab me a chicken teriyaki sub and a coke."

I give her a little shimmy. "Can do."

I walk out and wait for the elevator. I hate elevators. I have an irrational fear of getting stuck in one and then getting cut in half when I’m rescued because the thing starts moving while I’m climbing out. I know the likelihood of it actually happening is slim to nil but it still scares me.

I place myself between two large men and ride the packed car to the parking garage with my eyes closed. The minute the doors ding open, I book it across the garage and climb into my piece of shit, held-together-with-duct tape Honda Accord. I check the paper Luke gave me.

"Ooh la la, Mr. fancy pants." Of course, he would order from one of the more expensive restaurants in the city.

Dropping my purse on the passenger seat, I call Mr. fancy’s order into The Market. The order will be ready for pick up in twenty minutes and comes to a hundred and fifteen dollars. Sweet baby Hades in a tuxedo, do all men eat like they’re heading to the electric chair. Good God.

Tossing my phone on the seat, I head out of the underground parking and towards The Esplanade, hitting up Subway on Yonge Street first. As I wait in line to order mine and Carrie’s lunch, I think about what she said.

I have no problem admitting I am attracted to Luke; however, I find it hard to believe he’s attracted to me. If there is an attraction there on his end, it’s because he doesn’t play with his dick enough and it’s starting to decompose.

I place our order at the same time a text comes in from Carrie, asking if I picked up Luke’s lunch order. Apparently, Gabe is starving and starting to wither away.

Drama queen.

I grab mine and Carrie's lunch and sit in my rust bucket, snacking on the cookies that came with my sub combo as I wait for confirmation from The Market regarding Luke's order. I scroll through my personal email, finding bill after bill that need to be paid by next week. Ugh, money is going to be tighter than it already is until I get my first cheque.

The text comes through five minutes later stating the food order is ready for pick up. I race over, pay the bill, grab the food and I'm pulling into the underground parking when another text comes in. This time from Luke.

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