Page 20 of My Ruthless Neighbor

He cocks his head. “You think I am dying to touch you?”

“Seems like it.” I shrug. Well, I may have met him only twice but in those two incidents, I ended up in his arms. The first was when I collided with him in the lobby. And now this. He always manhandles me like he has every right.

“Why are you here, hmm?” He towers over me.

It’s on the tip of my tongue. I could tell him that I am Raleigh’s friend. But for some reason, I don’t say that. He thinks he can demand answers from me. He can’t.

He arches an eyebrow at me. “Are you planning to get a free room by lying about us again?”

I purse my lips into a line.

“Or maybe you are trying to bluff your way into working here. Did you buy your airplane ticket or did you con someone for that too?”

“Shut up,” I growl.

“Why? Did I hurt your feelings?”

I point a finger at him. “You don’t know anything about me. So I suggest you keep your mouth shut.”

“Or what? Are you going to cry?”

I shake my head. I can feel the vein in my neck throbbing. I am so livid. “Youmight after I am done with you.”

“I’d like to see you try, little liar.”

I stomp on his foot. Hard.

He doesn’t even wince. But his eyes flash with annoyance. He takes a step back. “Who let this crazy woman in?” His loud and hard voice booms around the atrium and people begin to gather around us.

I am so done with his crap! I eat up the small distance between us. “How dare you call me crazy! Take it back. Take it back now!” I scream in his face.

He glares at me. “Call the security!” I am coming to think those three words are his favorite.

“Yes! Call the security so they can dump this jerk’s ass out!” I shout the words.

“You are the one trespassing among the two of us.”

“Shut up before I do something!”

The corner of his mouth curls at my threat. And I lose it. I go on my tiptoes, about to scratch that smirk off his face when I trip. I stumble over my foot, my face hitting his chest.

Archer’s arms wrap around me and stabilize us. It infuriates me. I am in his arms.Again. “Get off me!”

“That should be my line, don’t you think, little liar?” He grunts as he cages my flailing arms.

My head connects with his jaw, making us both grunt. “I hate you.” I breathe out, my fingers curling into his shirt.

He jerks me closer to him and bends down. His eyes flick back and forth between mine. “The feeling is mutual.”

I hold his darkened gaze while I fight his possessive grip on me. My cheeks are on fire. The intensity in his eyes is burning me. For some reason, my mouth goes dry.

People have gathered in the atrium. Clearly to watch the spectacle unfolding. I immediately feel a sense of déjà vu.

Why do we always end up being the center of attraction in a room?

I hadn’t intended for our argument to escalate. Hell, I wasn’t even the one starting it. I was about to leave too when he stopped me and started grilling me with his questions.

“Summer!”

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