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“Bailey!”
Archer’s call gets me to my feet. Eyes wide open. I won’t be taken for a ride and lose everything that they’re dangling in front of me. It’s just not going to happen. However this ends up with the four of us, Iwillhave that power.
“Yes, Archer,” I say, standing in the doorway, keeping my distance.
“Come here and suck my cock.” His wicked gaze does things to me that no other man has managed to achieve. But at the same time, he has brought out the wanton goddess inside me whowantsthose things.
“No.” I fold my arms over my chest.
Eyes wide open. He doesn’t run this show. I do.
His eyes narrow, and he presses his lips together. “No?”
“No. I told you we are going to be professional. If you don’t like that, find someone else to suck your cock during work hours.”
His shocked look reverberates back on me.
Did I just say that to him?
Fuck. Fuck.
I stand my ground, my hands shaking against my chest.
“You don’t mean that,” he says darkly.
“I do mean it when I say I want to be professional,” I sidestep.No, do I fuck want some slutty bitch sucking his cock while he’s supposed to be with me.But I won’t back down on my principles just because he asked me to.
Supposed to be with me.
I guess I know my feelings on this. I don’t trust him.
“Not even a little bit?” he cajoles.
I shake my head.
“You like teasing me, don’t you?”
“I have done nothing to rile you up.”
“You existing riles me up.”
I snort. I’m sorry, but I can’t help it. “You’re an ass.”
He grins, seemingly happy to be back in familiar territory. I figure he isn’t used to being refused.
Knowing I need to fix what I nearly snapped, I murmur, “I’ll suck your cock on the ride home. Good enough?”
“For now.”
“Is that all?”
“For now.”
His gaze has intensified. He is riled up, but I can’t back down now. I’ll look weak and pathetic, and he will know he can play me however he wants. He already thinks that because I’ve let him. But I have to be smarter about this. Wiser and one step ahead.
I leave, sitting back down but glancing at Archer’s door. I press my lips together, feeling the sticky lip gloss as I pull them apart again. I can’t quite place Archer’s feelings about me. Owen, I know, hands down, he wants me. I can see it in the way he looks at me and what he told me the other night when I was pissed. Thewayhe told me. The way he sat with me at the initiation and showed me his scars, so I didn’t have to look at my own. He is genuine about his feelings. I don’t doubt for a second that he will remain true. But Archer? If I push him, will he remain in my bed and only mine? I can’t answer that, and it scares me because I know, despite my newfound resolution to be hard and smart and use them for whatIwant out of this relationship, I’m falling for him as much as I am his younger brother.
And Finn.
