AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Sorry. You were too busy scowling at your laptop.” He continues to massage my shoulders and I close my eyes, savoring his touch. How good he makes me feel. “Find what you want?”
If we’re talking about you, yes, I sure did.“Not really,” I admit with a sigh.
He’s standing directly behind my chair, rubbing my shoulders,his fingers digging into my flesh. My entire body warms and loosens at having his hands on me and I want to turn around, grab him, and tell him let’s go back home.
Scary, how I’m starting to think of his house as home. I’m certainly not spending my nights in the guest room, that’s for sure. Or at Hush like we’d originally planned. No, I get to spend them in his amazing, humongous bed in his equally amazing, humongous bedroom.
The man certainly knows how to live with every luxury available. My parents may be wealthy, but they’re downright modest compared to Archer.
“You should schedule a massage,” he murmurs, dropping a kiss on top of my head.
My insides warm at the sweet gesture. I’m dying to have that mouth of his on mine. “Why would I need to when I have you?” Opening my eyes, I heave a big sigh. Yes. Yes, I’ve lost it. All over Archer.
All for Archer.
“True.” He sounds amused, his voice warm, his touch gentle as he squeezes my shoulders. “I’ll give you a more thorough massage when we get home.”
“I like the sound of that.”
“It’ll involve special oils from the spa and you completely naked.” His voice drops to a husky whisper, sending shivers down my spine, and I smile at my laptop screen.
“Sounds absolutely amazing.”
“It will be, I can promise you that.” He crouches beside me, his face level with mine, and I cut my gaze to his, marveling at his handsome features. His dark brown hair falls across his forehead, making me want to reach across and push it away. So I do, my fingers sifting through the silky soft strands. “Still looking for rugs for the lobby, huh?”
“It’s been a rather... frustrating process.” I click out of the website I was perusing and turn more fully to face him.
“I know someone who designs rugs. Has a studio where they’re handwoven.” He smiles. “Every one of them is like a work of art.”
“I’m sure they are. Very expensive works of art,” I stress. We’re completely over budget, but he flat out doesn’t care. He spares no expense. It sort of drives me crazy.
And makes me admire him even more.
He shakes his head. “I’ve never seen a person so obsessed with rugs before.”
“That’s because I have an idea in my head I can’t shake.” I tap my forehead. “And it sucks because I’m forever disappointed in every stupid rug I see.”
“That does it. I’m calling her right now and we’ll make an appointment to see her tomorrow. She can create whatever you want, she’s that good.” He whips out his phone and starts scrolling through his contacts. “Actually, I’ll text her, see if she’s available in the morning.”
“Archer, we only have a few days until we’re open. No way can she get them done in time.” I shake my head, shocked he would go to such lengths to please me.
“Then we’ll throw some solid color rugs out for a few days to cover while I insist she rush the process. Trust me, they’ll work on the rugs twenty-four-seven if I pay her right.”
“They’re not worth that much...” I start, but he silences me with a look that I find so incredibly sweet and sexy I feel my heart crack a little more every time I see it.
Like right now. It’s cracking wide open, all for Archer.
“If it makes you happy, it’s worth it. You’ve already sketched out what you wanted for me, remember?”
I nod, a little embarrassed that we’re having this discussionover freaking rugs. “That you’re willing to go to such lengths when you don’t even know what it will look like says a lot.”
“Like I’m crazy?” His smile grows, that dimple of his flashing and I lean in, giving it a kiss.
“I’m the crazy one.”Crazy for you...
Just thinking that freaks me out a little.
“Yeah, you are, baby,” he drawls. I love it when he calls me baby. My stomach flutters as he leans in closer, and I can make out every speck of stubble on his cheeks, see the tiredness in his dark brown eyes. He looks as exhausted as I feel and I have the sudden urge to comfort him.
