Page 63 of Wild Thing

I lick my lips. “Come here,” I say, adding in a murmur, “Kit-Kat.”

“I warned you, Archer.”

I grin even harder, wanting to kiss that scowl away. “I’ll stop if you come here and give me a kiss.”

She lifts her chin in that haughty way of hers.

I’m planning on a little more than just kissing. There’s one sure way to put my wild thing in a better mood.

26

KAT

Archer offeredme one of his bikes, but I prefer to walk everywhere.

The garage behind Cliff Villa has several motorcycles. We went for a ride on one of them. Not that I can tell the difference between a half-a-million dollar motorcycle and one that has a custom engine and was designed for street racing and therefore more powerful. No. Kai can. They take occasional rides and chat here and there. Archer seems happier.

I stroll into his office every day like it’s my second home. In fact, I spend more time in his office than at my desk. Talking about work. Discussing O’Shea and Cunningham. Discussing the spring-breakers, whose files Archer finally gave me—a big step on his part.

Playing… Those office blinds are tired of sliding up and down, because we finally gave in to the “no holding back” in the office, and I got into the habit of wearing skirts and dresses. Easy access, remember?

Today, I walk in on Archer talking to my dad. Judging by the slip-ups here and there, he does that a lot.

“So Kit-Kat, huh?” Archer leans back in his armchair.

“Don’t,” I warn him. This nickname is reserved for my parents.

“I’ll stop if you come over and give me a kiss.”

I want a lot more than that, but also want to chat. There’s something masochistic in the way we arrange our dates every other day, “establishing boundaries,” as we call it, “taking it slow,” we say as we starve for each other on the evenings we spend separately so that sex becomes a marathon.

“What’s with the new construction in East Ayana? Guys said a restaurant.” I sit sideways on the desk and lean over, teasing him with a peek at my cleavage. His gaze flickers down then up.

“It is.”

“Wow, not a talker today?”

His eyes are too mischievous. He’s in the mood to play, but there’s nothing more I love than getting him all worked up.

“The restaurant is not on Main Street,” I say, trying to pry the info out of him, “tucked away instead, small. No one knows much about it. Why?”

“Because it’s meant for one person. Though I’m sure everyone will enjoy it.”

I cock my brow in curiosity. After a minute, I burst with impatience. “Are you gonna tell me or is it some conspiracy or another elite kid’s project?”

He shakes his head with a smile. “Your impatience is gonna ruin a lot of surprises in your life, wild thing.”

“My life?”

“That place. Yes. It’s a present for you.”

I gape at him. “For me?” I produce an amused chuckle. “A restaurant, seriously?”

Archer’s smile grows wider as he nods, his gaze so arrogant yet beautiful that I want to sit on his face.

A restaurant for me—what a crazy and unnecessary thing. But then, billionaires have their own quirks, I guess. I don’t need a restaurant. I’d rather have that chef who—

“Wait.” My heart starts beating wildly. “What kind of restaurant?”

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