Page 146 of My Ruthless Neighbor

Though the pumps are mismatched. My left heel is white and the right one is red. I love it.

I even chose a red flap bag to go with my look.

No one could make out by looking at me that I am functioning on only a couple hours of sleep. I am that excited. And it has nothing to do with my cute little outfit.

Everyone knows how much I love colors. I get giddy every time I get to dress in them. But this morning is different. Because it’s not about the colors this time. It’s about the man who didn’t let me sleep last night.

He was unsatiable. Memories of our time together flood me.

Heat rushes up my neck. I stop when I find myself hiding my smile with a hand like a teenager. If someone were to watch me, they’d think I’ve lost my freaking mind. Because only a loon would grin to herself. A lovesick loon.

Wait, no.

That’s so not the case with me. Right?

I watch my reflection in the glass across me. I am dressed in red. Red is the color of love or revenge. After he apologized last night, I forgave him. That means revenge is out of the question.

That leaves only one possible conclusion.

Love.

I gasp. Will he think I chose the color red on purpose?

He will think I am a clingy woman who is dropping hints after sleeping with him once! Well, it wasn’t one time. I don’t even remember how many times Archer fucked me.

Was it seven? Eight? Anyway, that’s not my concern! It all happened in one night. He must think I fell in love with him in just one night!

“Nope,” I say aloud. “I need to get the hell out of here before someone spots me. I have to change out of this color. Stat!”

If I hurry, I can make it on time for the meeting. Hopefully.

Taking off my sunglasses, I thrust it into my purse not so gently and spin on my heels and run head first into a solid chest.

“Sorry,” I mumble, rearranging my beret which slid off my head and blinded me for a second. Then sidestep the person.

A big hand grabs my elbow, halting me with little effort. See? I should have eaten something. That smoothie has already made me weak! I make a mental note of stopping at KFC on my way home.

“Meeting room is that way.”

My head snaps up at that all too familiar voice. Archer’s gaze travels over my face then slowly down my body.

“You weren’t supposed to see me like this,” I mutter under my breath, grimacing.

“What was that?” he asks, pushing his hands in his pockets.

“I said I want KFC!” I wince internally. That’s not technically a lie.

“You didn’t have lunch?” He frowns.

I shake my head and push my lower lip out. Again, not a lie. I did come here directly after my shoot. So I didn’t get to eat anything. “I will be super quick. Promise.”

But he’s already seen yourloveoutfit. Well, now that I said I want KFC, I have to stick to it.

“Let’s get you something better than that.” He presses a hand to my lower back, sending a bolt of shiver down my spine.

He begins ushering me toward the elevator.

“Where are we going?” I ask, trying and failing to stop him.

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