Page 121 of My Ruthless Neighbor

My over-the-knee graffiti high-heeled boots are doing nothing to protect me from the chill either.

Why can’t I find a cab when I need one?

Ten minutes pass.

Should I text Hannah? I can ask her for a ride. But she must be long gone by now. My meeting ran late. I didn’t see her while I was leaving.

Instead of bothering her, I rummage through my backpack and pull out a purple lollipop.

Hmm. Grape Flavor. I don’t love it a lot. But it’s sweet so it’ll do. I unwrap it and pop it into my mouth.

“Mmm,” My eyes widen in delight. “So gwud,” I speak around the lollipop.

“What are you doing here?”

I jump out of my skin at the deep voice and stumble, almost tripping over my foot.

I should be more careful about my surroundings because I missed a car pulling up beside me.

I spin around and take in the sleek black Jaguar. I tilt my head to the driver's seat and gasp at the familiar eyes meeting mine. My insides jolt with the shock.

“Archer…”

“Get in.” I am struck as his authoritative voice wraps around me, holding me captive.

It has been three weeks since I last saw him. Twenty-four days since we slipped and had sex in his office.

He was not present at the success party nor when I signed with KIM Advertising.

I was never under the impression that he would personally congratulate me on my newfound fame. But it still hurt that he completely shut me out.

I had asked for him to forget about what happened, true, but I also expected us to be cordial.

We didn’t interact for almost a month. A month!

Did you ever think of me during that period? Or were you too busy to remember that I existed?

My knees almost fold when he rakes his eyes over my body. He does that leisurely like he has all the time in the world. His gaze goes from my long hair to the crop top and jacket, then falls over my mini skirt, sliding down.

I don’t miss how he stalls in specific places.

It’s the case with me too, how I can’t stop myself from taking him in.

He’s in a dress shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. I try not to bite my lip as I stare at his sexy hands on the wheel.

“Summer,” His voice shakes me out of my stupor.

“Yeah?” I speak with the lollipop sticking in my cheek.

“Get in the car. I’ll take you home.”

The last time we were together alone, we ended up consuming each other like there was no tomorrow.

Is it wise to be with him again? A month couldn’t alleviate my attraction to him. The distance only made me want him more.

I also don’t miss the way hetellsme what to do. Instead of offering me a ride, he’s ordering me to get in. Earlier, his domineering nature used to piss me off. Now I am finding it hot.

Yeah, no. Going with him is a bad idea.

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