Page 65 of Anything To Be With You

I raise a brow. "You’re done?"

"Yeah. I’m done with this job. I’m done with this case. I’m just done." She states.

I straighten and round the desk. "And why are you done?" I inquire, taking her chin between my fingers and tilt her head back, forcing her to look at me.

"It’s too much, Archer. I can’t…" she shakes her head.

"Can’t what, Sweetheart?" I step closer.

"I can’t do this. My typing skills are shit, I scribe in shorthand that only I understand, and half the time I can’t remember what most of it is," Dani takes a deep breath. "And even though things have been better between us since our non-dinner date, it’s too much work."

I bend down to meet her eyes. "Daniella," I rub my thumb over her bottom lip, "if I didn’t think you could manage it, I wouldn’t have hired you."

"I thought you hired me because you thought I was cute."

I kiss the tip of her nose. "That’s just a bonus."

Dani closes her eyes, blocking my view of those amazing turquoise pools. Taking a breath, she meets my gaze again. "Okay. But you’re going to have to understand something. It’s going to take me time to get things done. This is the biggest case you have given me, and I don’t have the right skills to finish it in a day."

I caress her cheeks with my thumbs. "Noted."

Dani places her hands on my waist and steps closer. I’m not sure who moved first, but our lips meet again in the most exquisite kiss I’ve shared with her. Her tiny moans of pleasure shoot a burst of desire through me. I back her up until she’s flush with the door.

"Luke," she gasps as my lips slide across her jaw and down her neck.

A knock on the door stops my progress. "Yeah?" I growl against her skin.

"You’re one-thirty is here, and I can’t find Dani," Carrie says.

Damnit.

"Give me a minute, and Daniella is in here with me." I answer.

"Whoooooooo." Carrie hoots.

"Shut it, CeCe."

Carrie’s laugh bleeds through the door as she walks away. I lower my forehead against Dani’s.

"I should get back to work," she whispers.

I clear my throat. "Yeah." I back up so Dani can fix her clothes and I can adjust myself.

"Anything else, Mr. Archer?"

Fuck, I love when she says that. "No, Daniella."

She dips her chin and opens the door, calling over my one-thirty. Five o’clock can’t come fast enough.

The peace Dani and I had was short lived. It’s quarter to one in the morning, and we’ve been at each others’ throats for hours.

"Archer, I swear to whoever is listening, I’m going to cut you into tiny pieces and feed you to my neighbours Boxer." Dani threatens.

"You mean it? Truly?" I bark back.

Dani jumps up from her spot behind my computer. "You better fucking believe it. You’re getting on my last damn nerve."

I turn to face her. "And how, prey tell, am I getting on your nerves?" I demand. I lean my knuckles on the desk, cracking them in the process.

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