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For her, it’s not the same. She is unaware of my presence. And I don’t like it.

I try to pay attention when Raleigh speaks about new ideas for the upcoming shoots but it’s entirely fixated on the most beautiful girl in the room.

When the male model wraps his arms around her waist and pulls her close, I lose it. “That’s enough!” My voice thunders so loud, that the female staff standing before us jumps.

The chatter stops, and the entire room is startled to silence. Heads turn in my direction. Includinghers.

The territorial feeling won after all.

“Archer—” Raleigh starts but I cut him off.

I walk over to her and take a hold of her elbow, pulling her away from him and toward me. “Summer. My office. Now.”

“But—”

She shuts her mouth when she stares at my hardened face and follows me out.

Chapter Twenty-One

Ishoot a quick text to Raleigh as I enter Archer’s office.

When he practically dragged me out of the studio, Raleigh looked like he was on the verge of stepping between him and me. He is protective of me like that.

His face relaxed a bit when I waved him on my way out, signaling with a thumbs up that everything is okay.

“Close the door,” Archer says as he unbuttons his suit jacket, shrugs it off, then yanks his tie loose.

His low, deep voice sends a shock of electricity straight down my spine. I am so rattled by his order that I stand there, dumbstruck.

I am so stunned that I don’t move a muscle to take in his sleek, spacious office. It’s my first time here. And all I can do is stand like a statue.

When he turns to me, a shiver of arousal runs through my body.

Swallowing, I open my mouth. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

When he stares at me hard, I quickly turn around and shut the door, trapping us in his office. I feel his eyes on me the entire time. I feel hot suddenly. As if the temperature of the room has increased.

When I spin to face him again, I am startled to find him right in front of me.

He takes a deliberate step toward me. “I told you to decline the modeling assignment last night.”

My back stiffens. “And I told you to mind your goddamn business.”

“Did you like it?” He grinds out, his voice dark and menacing.

“Like what?”

“Him touching you.”

My nails dig into my palms when I realize he is talking about Freddie. “I was just doing my job.”

He stalks forward. “Were you?”

I brush past him and walk to his desk. The tension in the air is so thick, that I had to get away from him.

My cheeks flame when I feel my panties dampen.

What has gotten him in such a dark mood? And why am I finding it so hot?

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