Page 184 of My Ruthless Neighbor

Nina chuckles. “That was your idea, babe.”

“Fine. Yeah, it was.” Brielle grumbles. Then, “But can you blame me?”

I frown. “What are you talking about? Information about what?”

“About you and Archer,” Hannah says, making me topple over. I right myself and clear my throat.

Raleigh narrows his blue eyes. “Don’t even bother lying, Summer. We were there at Freddie’s last night. We saw how Archer whisked you off to God knows where.”

“He was seconds away from crushing Freddie’s pretty face underneath his expensive shoe.” Brielle giggles.

“And the way he looked at you? Swoon!” Mia fans herself.

My face is beet red as they continue. Out of the corner of my eye, I catch a group of interns giving me a stink eye.

Brielle wheels her chair next to mine, startling me. “Give us the deets, biatch!”

I stare at Hannah, my gaze imploring.

“Do tell. Even I want to know.” Hannah smirks, making me gasp.

In the excitement of meeting Archer’s mother, it slipped my mind what happened last night. How am I going to salvage this? Will Archer be pissed if I confirm their speculations?

Well, they are not speculating. Judging by their questions and comments, they are sure that there’s something going on between the bossman and me.

“It’s fairly new,” I mumble and the room breaks out in audible gasps and excited chatter.

Raleigh jumps up. “How can you hide it from me?”

“I-I…”

“Forget about ever driving my Harley.”

I stand and squint at him. “No effing way.”

“For a year.”

I gasp. “Are you kidding me?”

“I’m dead serious.”

“You hide things from me, too!”

“You were the first one I confessed to about having feelings for Hannah!”

“Because I kind of helped you into realizing the said feelings, dickhead!”

“Semantics.”

“Harley stays out of this.” I point a finger at him.

“I don’t think so.” He smirks. “You think Archer would let you ride a Harley if he got wind about your thing for speed?”

I gape at him. The asshole grins at my stunned face. He got me there. Archer is very particular about my safety and he would totally have a fit if he knew I sometimes borrow Raleigh’s bike for fun.

“You wouldn’t.”

“Oh, I definitely would.”

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