Page 154 of My Ruthless Neighbor

I’m surprised when he pulls up in front of the building. The ride was so smooth. It was over way too fast. I shake my head.

Focus, Summer. Don’t forget why you are here.

Before Felix could open the door for me, I was out and already heading inside.

Striding past my large portrait on the wall, I get on the elevator. The entire time, I rehearse the points I am going to discuss with him.

No. I won’t discuss it. Just like he didn’t think of discussing it with me before buying me a freaking Mercedes.

On a whim, I google the price of the model of the car. Horrified, I screech, making the other two suits in the elevator jump.

I mutter an apology as I slip the phone inside the pocket of my plaid overall dress.

Once out, I roll the sleeves of my high-neck white t-shirt. My footsteps echo in the long hallway as I stride toward his office.

Chad looks up as I approach his desk.

“Hey, Summer.” Chad smiles at me. “You’re early.”

“Hey. Yeah, I know. I’m here to see Archer.”

“Oh? Do you have an appointment?”

“Um, no. But I’ll be done real quick. I only need a couple minutes to talk to him.”

I know Archer is a busy man. He is always in meetings. Either here or outdoors. Every minute of his time is planned and scheduled.

Only Hannah and Raleigh are allowed to see him without any appointments. I should’ve called before dropping by unannounced.

“I understand, but he is preparing for his next meeting. If you’d like, you can leave a message for him and I’ll pass it to him.”

“Oh, okay.”

“So you want to leave a message for him?”

I was going to say no but his landline rings, interrupting us. He answers it and listens for a few seconds before hanging up.

“You can go in. Archer is expecting you.”

“What?” I ask, bemused. How does he know I am here? Oh. Felix. Right. He must’ve informed Archer that he drove me here.

“Yes. You can go in.” He motions to the door.

Taking a deep breath, I steel myself and open the door.

Archer is sitting behind his desk, typing something on his laptop. His jacket draped over the back of his chair. The navy silk tie is loose around his neck. The sleeves rolled up like usual. I sigh. It’s my favorite look.

He looks up when I walk toward him, my black and white mismatched heeled boots clicking on the floor.

Shutting down the lid of his laptop, he rises and rounds the desk. I stop dead in my tracks when he surveys my body with that look. The look that says he is picturing me naked and writhing beneath him.

He stirs up so many emotions in me. He fires up my nerve endings, making it impossible to breathe by just one look. Especially when we are alone.

Ignoring the dull throbbing between my legs, I focus on my mission.

“Come here.”

I shake my head. “I’m good.”

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