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Archer’s eyes narrow. “What’s wrong with them?”

Blinking my eyes open, I meet his gaze head-on, my lips curling up in amusement. “I can’t keep them off you.”

A deep laugh bursts from Booker’s lips, and he practically rolls backward out of his chair at the expression on Archer’s face. Eric grins, his hand on my knee beneath the table, happily amused by my lines for Archer. Gage remains completely silent, his eyes on his plate. He shows no reaction to my words except for a slight tensing of his jaw. When he dares to look at me, he’s never able to hide the lust in his eyes, so I suppose he’s decided to ignore my existence completely.

Archer’s scowl deepens, but even that can’t take away from his beauty. With a growl, he pushes his plate away and stands, snatching up his tablet and phone with angry movements.

“I’m going out,” he grumbles, his face twisted with annoyance, but he can’t hide the other emotion there.

Delight.

As much as Archer pretends not to like me, to despise my company, some part of him likes my teasing. Perhaps there’s a part of him that wants to put me in my place after all. That thought only makes me straighten in my seat as he turns and heads for the door.

“Your lips look lonely!” I call. “Would they like to meet mine?”

Booker’s laughter grows louder.

“Fuck off,” Archer spits out, but he glances over his shoulder once, and in his eyes, I see a promise of retribution.

Oh, I can’t wait for the moment Archer loses control and decides to show me who’s boss. If he’s not careful, he might realise he’s not in control at all.

Grinning, I start trying to come up with better pick-up lines to tease him with later.

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