Page 67 of Anything To Be With You

"I typed up what you sent me. What’s the problem?"

"It’s garbage!"

"How?"

"It’s not what I wrote," Luke barks.

"Not what you wrote!" I yell. I go to my desk and snap a picture of his original email, stomping back in and shoving my phone in his face. "See! The exact same."

He pushes my hand out of his face. "Finish the rest."

I take a deep breath through my nose. "Fine." I force through my clench teeth. I march out and slam the door behind me, knocking something off the wall.

"Fuck!" Luke roars.

"Language!" I holler back.

I flop in my chair and drop my head in my hands. This case is turning Luke into a stressed-out beast. His demands are getting more ridiculous by the minute. I thought everything was going to get better after our non-dinner date. Sneaking kisses and time alone. Treating me like a human and not a pile of shit. But after last night and this morning, our peace has ended.

"Daniella!" Luke howls.

I look over at Carrie again. "Help me," I mouth. Picking up the phone receiver, I call into his office.

"Get in here." He barks.

"That’s not happening."

"In here! Now!" he slams the receiver down in my ear.

I stay right where I am. I’m finished with his fucking temper and it’s not even noon. The office door whips open, and Luke marches out.

"Office. Now." He growls.

"No." I reply.

"No?"

I lean back in my chair. "Nnnnnnnnnnooo."

He rounds my desk and grabs the back of my chair. He wheels me into his office and slams the door, locking it.

"What’s up your ass?" I question as he squats in front of me.

"Daniella, I am seconds away from firing your ass and hiring one of the bimbos that worked at the mayor’s office."

I snort out a laugh. "Yeah, since they would be so much better."

Luke narrows his eyes at me. "Daniella."

I grind my teeth. "Whatever. Just send me the new copy so I can get it entered."

Luke leans forward. His hands are gripping the arms of the chair hard enough that they start to creak. "You are trying my patience, Ms. Carter."

I lean in, my nose brushing his. "And you, Mr. Archer, are driving me insane." I hiss.

His eyes darken as his eyes move to my mouth. I push the chair away with my feet. If he thinks he can just kiss this away, he has got another thing coming. But God, his kisses are the sweetest tasting thing.

Luke pulls the chair back in front of him. "I’m not playing, Sweetheart."

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