Page 73 of My Ruthless Neighbor

Chapter Sixteen

Raleigh yanks the darts out from the board and saunters over.

I hold my palm open. When he doesn’t pass the dart, I turn my head and frown at him.

“Why don’t you sit down for a second, hmm?” He asks with a strained smile and shoves his leather bands-covered hand in the pocket of his dark jeans.

“Archer,” Hannah calls out from my other side. She is wearing a white blazer dress, her makeup up to the mark. But those gray eyes look tired as she stares at me. “It’s not a big deal.”

I turn to her and ask in a low voice. “It’s not a big deal?”

Raleigh hurries to her side and wraps his arm around her shoulders, pulling her to his side. “No glaring at my sweet and delicate girlfriend, please.”

Hannah narrows her gray eyes at him. “Delicate?”

He smirks at her, then leans down. “And sweet.”

“No, I am not.” She rolls her lips between her teeth, trying hard not to smile.

“You most definitely are, princess.” Raleigh brushes a strand away from her face.

She smooths a hand down his leather jacket. “What did I tell you about flirting with me at work?”

He crosses his arms across his chest and squints his eyes in mock concentration. “I don’t know. What was it again?”

Her lips curl up. “You can’t flirt with your opponent,RJ.”

“Oh, but you are not my opponent anymore, are you?” He grins. “We are a team.”

“Look at you, all jolly. You weren’t this happy at the idea of working as a “team” in the past.”

“That was before. Now I can’t picture doing anything without you.”

She goes crimson. Her hand reaches up to play with her short hair. “You are so cheesy sometimes.”

“Only for you, princess.”

They smile at each other like two lovesick fools.

I rub my temples. “Enough you two before I shoot the darts your way.”

I can’t believe these two are the same Raleigh and Hannah who were at each other’s throats only a month ago.

There was a time when my star employees used to fight like cats and dogs all the time. I almost miss it. Because now all they do is flirt. It’s sickening to watch them get all lovey-dovey.

“How would you do that when I have them,” Raleigh says with an unapologetic grin.

“Hand them to me.”

“Nope.”

I narrow my eyes. “Are you going to argue with your boss?”

“I am not arguing with my “boss” I am trying to calm down my big bro.”

“You don’t need to do that.”

They both raise their eyebrows and look pointedly at my attire. My suit jacket is missing. My shirt sleeves are rolled up to my elbows, my tie is loose and my hair is probably a mess from running my fingers through them.

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