Page 19 of Merry Christmas To Me
Me:Packing a bag now
Archer:Good
I changed out of my work clothes into a black sweater and long beige skirt. Sliding on a pair of black books, as sexy as I wanted to look for Archer, the temperatures were low enough to have you breathing icicles. I grabbed my overcoat, my purse, and threw Archer’s watch into the deep recesses of my over-sized purse, camouflaging it under my wallet, phone, Kindle, tissue, gum, and all kinds of other things I really didn’t need in my purse.
Locking up my apartment, I took a deep breath, and headed over to Archer’s. The drive over was wrought with regret at all the rules I had put in place when this began, but the last thing I wanted was a relationship with Archer that started because of pity. Would he keep seeing me because he felt bad? I wasn’t sure, but I didn’t want to find out.
Pulling up behind his shop, I parked my car next to his truck. Getting out, I walked around the building to the front lobby. There was a backdoor entrance to the building, but it stayed lock. That was one of the things Archer had mentioned when he’d told me about living over his shop. Archer took the security of his shop and home seriously, and I didn’t blame him.
I walked into the lobby, and I wasn’t even halfway through the room, when Archer came walking through the shop door.
My brows shot upward. “Expecting someone?”
He looked like a predator who’d just spotted his prey. “Just so you know, even though I gave Crosby, Hank, and Deshawn the day off, Eddie and Charles are still here.” It was only one right now, and I knew Archer had plans to shut down at two.
“Maybe Eddie and Charles need to go home early to be with their families on this beautiful Christmas Eve day?”
Archer came to stop in front of me. Taking off my coat for me, he said, “Not so brave anymore?”
“Just don’t want your employees thinking any less of you for your lack of professionalism,” I teased.
“My woman showed up here, needing to get fucked,” he said, and my heart stopped at the mention of being his woman. “Trust me when I tell you, they’ll think less of me if I don’t handle business.”
“What if I started screaming?” I asked, my hands already running up his chest.
“First of all, there is no what ifs about it, baby,” he said, his voice cocky and sure. “Second, I could always just stuff your panties in your mouth, and that takes care of that.”
I leaned up on my toes, wrapped my arms around his neck, and did what I’ve been doing since I’ve met this man.
I threw caution to the wind.
“Then what are you waiting for?”
He growled, lifted me around his waist, and walked us into his office. After locking the door, Archer spread me over his desk like he’d done our first time together, and history started repeating itself with Archer on his knees between my opened thighs.
Half an hour later, Archer got on the intercom, told Eddie and Charles to get the hell out, and then he carried me, half-naked, upstairs to his apartment.
