“Come on, Freddy,” his colleague calls from the end of the hallway. “We’re going.”
Freddy glares at me for a few seconds before marching off.
“Have fun at the strip joint,” I holler after him.
“Am I allowed to ask if you’re alright or are you going to bite my head off if I do?” Mr. Hottie asks.
“I don’t bite.” I waggle my eyebrows. “Unless I’m asked to.”
He smirks. “Good to know.”
“What’s your name?” Because I can’t continue to refer to him as Mr. Hottie forever.
He pauses for a second. “Archer.”
I extend my hand. “Cassandra.”
As we shake hands, I can’t help but notice how large his are. They’re also calloused as if he works with them. I do love a man who knows how to use his hands.
“You handled Freddy well,” he says as his thumb rubs circles into my hand.
My skin tingles from his ministrations, and I want to climb him like a pole. Ding. Ding. Ding. I believe we’ve uncovered the reason why I’m feeling restless and jumpy.
“Thank you.” I clear my throat. “I should probably get back to work.”
“Do you work until closing?”
“Why?” I sass. “Are you going to escort me to my car if I do?”
“And what if I do?”
I’ll probably shove him into my vehicle and kidnap him to my apartment to have my wicked way with him all night long.
“It might be dangerous. You never know what’ll happen in the middle of the night.”
“For you, I’m willing to risk it.” He winks.
“I’m working until close.”
“I’ll see you then.” He lifts my hand and kisses it.
His lips feel soft and warm against my skin. I want to feel those lips touching other parts of my body. My naked body. I tremble and Archer’s eyes flare. Good to know we’re on the same page.
“Cassandra!”
Dammit. “Duty calls.”
I hurry away before I change my mind and say to hell with work and leave this minute with Archer. Later, I promise myself.
Chapter 2
Archer – a man who knows a good thing when he finds her
Archer
Isniff my pillow and freeze. My pillows don’t smell like vanilla. I sniff again and something tickles my nose. I swipe at it and realize this isn’t my pillow. It isn’t a pillow at all. It’s someone’s hair.
Cassandra.Memories of last night hit me – the way she melts when I nibble her ear and how she tastes of the sweetest honey – and I feel myself harden. What a night. Cassandra knows exactly what she wants and doesn’t hesitate to ask for it. I loved every freaking minute.