He fights a smirk. “What kind?”
I lick my lips, then grin. “Better than Sex cake.”
He stares at me for a minute, probably waiting to see if I’m messing with him, but I just grin. “Trust me. You’ll orgasm before you swallow the first bite.”
Archer watches and listens as I ramble on about random small-town gossip while I mix the ingredients. He probably doesn’t care that much, but he humors me.
Once I place the pan in the oven, I clean up, but Archer quickly jumps to his feet and grabs the bowl. “Let me do that for you.”
His hands cover mine, and I swallow hard before meeting his eyes. “You don’t have to.”
“Let me. I feel useless otherwise.”
“Alright.” I release my grip, then fill the bowl with utensils.
He sets it in the sink and fills it with water. I wipe the counter, and Archer gently takes my wrist. “Stop. Go sit.”
I contemplate arguing but decide against it. “I’m not used to having help, so you’ll have to forgive me,” I tell him.
He drops my arm and smirks. “Well as long as I’m here, you don’t have to do everything. I’ve spent years feeling like a burden. Plus, I like having things to do.”
“I’m sure Tyler will keep you plenty busy at the gym.” I grab my wineglass and refill it. Taking a sip, I happily watch the show in front of me.
Archer’s biceps tense under his sleeves, and it’s hard not to imagine him manhandling me in bed. Veins pop down his forearms to his hands, and I wonder how it’d feel to have his fingers wrapped around my throat.
“Everleigh?”
I blink to clear my inappropriate thoughts. “I’m sorry. What?”
“I asked where your dishwasher detergent was.”
“Oh, sorry. Um…left cabinet underneath the sink.”
Archer continues cleaning in silence as I drink my wine and admire him. Tyler demanded I stay away from Archer, and that’s not fair.
Especially since I’m already tempted as hell to break all the rules.
The following morning, I wake up and immediately smell hazelnut brewed coffee. It takes me a second to remember that I didn’t set the timer. I open my door and scan the living room. My gaze lands on a shirtless Archer opening the fridge and pulling out the bottle of creamer. Sassy watches him with amazement as she sits and drools over the view.Same, girl, same.
“Mornin’,” I say, walking closer.
He spins around andfuck meif my eyes don’t land on the appendage between his legs that’s currently saluting me.
“Good morning. Since you made coffee yesterday, I figured I would today.”
“Wow…um…thank you. Smells delicious.”
“You want this flavor? Vanilla?” He holds up the bottle.
“Yes, please. Just a little.”
He stirs it in, then hands me the mug.
I smile graciously. “Thank you. Do you drink coffee?”
“Yes, but just black. None of that sugary shit.”
“Hey.” I scowl. “That sugary shit is what gets me through the day.”