Archer’s POV
I’m hypnotised by the young woman in front of me, I know I should back away but she’s pissed me off talking about other guys. I was seconds from throwing Fallon through a wall when I heard Graciela trying to apologise for touching him. All I could think about was her hands on his body and WHERE she was touching him. Was he looking at her with interest? Did he think she was flirting? Was she f*****g flirting with him?
By the time Fallon had left, I had worked myself up so badly I could barely see, busying myself with filing s**t just so I could put off looking at her but even with my hands busy, I still catch her rambling about it and my brain wouldn’t shut up. Before I know it, I’m demanding to know where she touched that lug head and did she enjoy it.
Fuck me, it’s like sh
