Page 56 of My Ruthless Neighbor

I step backward when he pulls out a chair for the blonde to sit.

Such a gentleman. Apparently, he can be chivalrous but not with me.

Watching them together feels weird. Wrong.

I don’t even like him that much. Right?

That break seems to be a nice idea. Because one thing is for certain. I am not going to stand here and watch them.

I turn around and start to walk to the back door where I can eat in peace.

Enjoy your overpriced dinner with your perfect date, Archer.

I don’t give a damn. I don’t. Seriously, he can—

A hand wraps around my elbow, startling me to a halt.

I stare up and find Archer.

He leans down. “Bring us the menu.”

My jaw drops. I point a finger at myself. “Me?”

He cocks a brow. Then steps back. His eyes move over me and I control the urge to squirm.

I manage to school my expression and try to appear indifferent to him checking me out. The key wordtry.

This man has an unusual ability to get under my skin.

One second I was feeling jealous of his date and the other I am filled with annoyance.

In a matter of minutes, he successfully reminded me why I dislike him in the first place.

He doesn’t have to open his mouth to irritate me. His silence is enough.

When he doesn’t say anything and things begin to feel awkward, I give up. “Stop, will you?”

“Stop what?”

“Staring at me.”

“What’s going on?” His date asks.

“Nothing.” He states while staring at me.

My gaze flickers to Hallie so I could excuse myself but she is nowhere to be seen.

“You’re the waitress, correct?” He asks.

We both stare at each other for a few seconds before I grind out. “Yes.”

“Then get the menu.”

With that, he takes a seat opposite the blonde.

The need to claw at his face and ruin his expensive suit races through me. I quickly look away and leave.

My teeth are clenched tight the entire way I go and fetch the leather folders for them.

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