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“Yeah, right,” I sneer. “In your dreams, Bails.”
With a sigh, I drag the stack of data that needs analyzing and mysteriously keeps appearing on my desk. When the elevator dings, I don’t look up, but I know it’s Archer. It’s like his presence is this incredible force that announces his arrival.
I keep my head down as he stalks toward me but look up when he stops dead in front of me.
I slide my gaze up from his cock area, which is right in front of me, up his expensive navy-blue pants to his white shirt, which probably cost more than my monthly rent. He has removed his jacket, and his plain blue tie is slightly loose around his neck.
Fuck, he’s so hot, and what he can do with his fingers, never mind that silver tongue where words flow like honey, and he can make me weak at the knees.
His sexy smirk as I gaze at his mouth makes me pant slightly. Meeting his gaze, I nearly drown in those wicked blue eyes.
“Where is Finn?” he asks.
I blink, not having expected that question.
“Uhm, not sure.”
“He isn’t in his office.” He waves his hand dismissively at the office next to his that he just strode past.
“I can find out,” I murmur, feeling like he is accusing me of being a halfwit for not knowing.
“No,” he says, his gaze returning to the office. “I’ll be back later.”
I nod. “I’ll move your 10 o’clock meeting to later this afternoon.”
His gaze snaps back to mine with a raised eyebrow.
I giggle slightly. “I have access to your diary, Archer. It’s my job.”
He snorts with amusement but then walks away without another word. I watch him through lowered lids as he steps back into the elevator.
At least I know where I stand with him now. He doesn’t want anyone to know about this game. He wants to keep it when we are alone.
I get that. He is my boss, and he probably tries it on with every assistant he has, which is why they all leave. I’m not leaving, though. He will have to force me out when he gets bored with me. Hopefully, I’ll end up back in the admin pool and not out on the street.
I get lost in the work and look up surprised when I sense someone approaching. I look up and blink.
Wow.
Okay, I’m not really into older guys, but this one is hot. He is suave and dressed in a black suit and shirt with diamond cufflinks and tie pin. I assume they are real and not the fake stuff. Heexudespower, money, sex and yum.
When he pauses in front of my desk, I meet his gaze and choke back my noise of horror at myself. Without a doubt, I was just lusting after Archer and Owen’s father.TheMr. Jackson. The one I was talking to when Archer made me orgasm all over his hand.
Fuck.
Fuck.
My cheeks got hotter than the flames of hell when he smiles at me. Almost indulgently.
“Bailey Chase?” he asks, his voice posh, smooth and sexy.
I nod. “Yes, sir.”
His blue eyes, the same color as his sons’, darken slightly.
His lips curve up into a smile that would melt my panties if I didn’t already fancy the shit out of his two sons. He is about as off-limits as they come.
“Is Archer in?”
