Page 48 of My Ruthless Neighbor

“I heard you. Take that back.”

He shoves his hands in his pockets and examines me. “Do you always do this?”

“Do what?”

He takes a step forward. “Be difficult when you should be grateful. Ranting first thing in the morning. Parading without pants. Take your pick.” He stalks toward me with purposeful strides as he speaks. My back hits the door and I startle.

We stand there for a moment. I can feel my face going hot. His eyes flit down, taking in my heaving chest.

With a growl, I shove his chest. “While we are on this topic, I’d like to discuss something. You say that I am parading without pants. But here’s the thing, asshole. I don’t remember changing into this tee. That means you undressed me while I was fucking unconscious!”

When I go to shove him again, Archer grabs my wrists, his nostrils flaring. “Choose your words very carefully, Summer. You don’t know what you’re insinuating.”

“Oh, really? So you are telling me I shouldn’t be pissed that you changed my clothes while I was out cold?”

“Is that what you believe?”

When I frown, he leans down and levels me with a look. “You don’t remember, do you?”

Chapter Twelve

My mouth starts filling with saliva and the need to move wakes me from my slumber.

The bed beside me dips. “What’s the matter? Do you need anything?”

I stare up and find Archer beside me. “What are you doing here?” I manage to get the question out while I fight the feeling of nausea.

“You passed out in the hallway. I carried you inside.”

“But why are you still here?”

“To make sure you don’t choke on your vomit and die.” He deadpans.

“You don’t want me to die. That means you like meeee.” I giggle.

“I don’t.”

“You do.”

“Nope.”

“Yep.” I get in his face. “You just don’t know it yet. You dig me, Archer Kim.”

“You are delusional.”

“And you are in denial.”

The muscle in his jaw jumps at that.

“I hate liars. And you are one.”

I bristle. Why does he have to remind me of that?

I begin to move, the need to hunch taking over.

His large palm settles on my back. “Don’t move too fast.” He scolds.

“Leave me alone.” I moan, trying to shrug him off.

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