Page 33 of Anything To Be With You

Panic over Luke actually showing up, has me jumping out of the tub, slipping on the bathmat, and slamming my shin into the side of the tub. I hiss as I throw on my robe and stroll into my room.

"I’m out of the tub," I tell him.

"Good." He answers.

"And I smashed my fucking shin on the tub."

"You should watch what you’re doing."

I scrunch up my face in annoyance. "You’re the reason it happened."

"I’m not even there, you can’t blame me for your clumsiness."

"You threatened to come over and drag me out!" I shout.

"And by the sound of the moan you gave me, I believe you liked that idea." Luke replies.

I choose to ignore that comment, even if he’s right. "What do you want?" I flop onto my back on the bed.

"Joni Dobson's case just took a nasty turn. I am going to need you in earlier tomorrow." He says.

I brush my wet hair off my forehead. "How early are we talkin' Archer."

"Six."

I blow out a breath. "Okay, but I’m giving you fair warning, I’m not a morning person."

"Noted."

"And I don’t drink coffee," I add.

"Okay."

"And I’m coming in my pjs." I state.

"Absolutely not." He argues.

"Then I’m not coming in." I smirk.

Luke mutters a curse under his breath. "Fine, but you have to change by eight."

"Deal, and I need to leave by seven." I add.

"Excuse me?"

"Are you hard of hearing? I need to leave by seven."

"Why?" he asks.

I pull the phone away from my ear and look at it. "That is none of your business, Archer."

"I beg to differ. Unless it’s of grave importance, you leave when I say you leave." He snarls.

"You can’t stop me from leaving." I hiss.

"Can and will." He seethes.

I close my eyes and count to ten, only making it to three. "How? Physically keep me in the office? Hold me against my will?"

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