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I jerk awake to find Archer standing over me in nothing but a white towel wrapped around his waist.
He grins at me as he pulls open the top drawer of a dresser beside the bed. Beads of water fall from his hair and trail down his chest and back, drawing wavy lines along the taut skin over his muscles.
I turn away from the fresh and clean scent of him. The cuffs dig into my wrists, instantly reminding me of how fucked I am.
“What time is it?” I ask.
“Early,” he answers, grabbing some underwear and socks from the drawer.
I glance around for a clock. “Wanna narrow that for me?”
“No.”
I yawn. “Cool.”
Archer smirks and takes his clothes to the foot of the bed. I watch with one eye as he dresses himself, fiercely tempted to gawk at every inch of him. He’s built like a damn tree with a thick, muscled torso and strong legs. Unbelievable arms and, of course, stunningly equipped where it counts.
He glances up and smiles as he pulls his pants up. “See something you like?”
I roll my eyes. “Not in a million years.”
“I didn’t hear you complaining last night. Before the whole attempted murder thing happened, I mean…”
“I was working,” I say. “All part of the job.”
“Sure, it was,” he says, winking at me before throwing a tank top on.
I shift up to sit and my head throbs, threatening a serious caffeine headache if I don’t drink something fast. “Look…” I say, “I know we’re supposed to be mortal enemies and all, but can I please have a cup of coffee?”
“No.”
I collapse against the headboard. “Oh, come on. I said please.”
“I don’t have coffee.”
“You…” I raise my head. “You don’t have coffee?”
“I don’t drink it.”
“Why not?”
“It’s really bad for you, you know.” He walks into the kitchenette and reaches for the cupboard above the sink. “You should switch to tea.”
I recoil in disgust. “I can honestly say that in all of my years of killing people, I’ve never wanted to make a person suffer as much as I want you to at this moment.”
“That’s quite the honor.” He chuckles. “Feeling pretty good about myself right now.”
“God, I hate you.”
“I’ll make you some tea. You’ll feel better.”
“Ugh…”
I glance at my bag in the corner. I need to get to that phone. Especially if this bastard is withholding coffee. Chaining me up is one thing. Depriving me of caffeine is another.
I sit up taller. “Can I use the bathroom?”
“No.”
