Oh, what I would do to make it real.
Of course, women were off limits. Especially entitled ones with attitude.
Been there. Done that.
Little Mo was the result of that last fast and hot affair. I had no clue Lupe was pregnant until she showed up, handed the child off, and left telling me not to find her. Normally I might have ignored her plea but since her father happened to be a leader in a dangerous cartel, I took the child and hoped she was safe.
“No one is following you, Ms. Erickson,” Archer said.
She glared at each of us. “Are you paid to lie too?”
“What makes you think you’re being followed? I asked.
“Every time I go to see Anne, there are men lurking about. I swear I’m being followed.”
“Those men are for Anne.”
“I don’t know why she puts up with that. Bran’s gotten me so that I’m paranoid. I know he’s scheming about something.”
“I can assure you that we’re not part of the scheme,” Archer said.
She pursed her lips and the man in me had a vision of them wrapped around my dick.
“Well, that’s embarrassing,” she said.
“Why don’t I walk you out? I was just leaving.” Noel, you really shouldn’t spend too much time with this woman.
“Yeah. Okay.” Then her eyes narrowed. “Unless this is a scam. Are you supposed to be following me?”
I held back a laugh. The woman was something else. “No. I’m just being friendly.”
We walked out and I pushed the button to the elevator. When it arrived, I waited for her to enter first.
“I thought you and your brother had patched things up,” I said as I poked the button for the ground floor.
“We have.”
“It doesn’t sound like it. You still talk about him like you hate him.”
She leveled a steely stare on me. “What’s it to you?”
I held my hands up in surrender. “Just making conversation.”
She sighed and her expression softened. Holy shit, she was even more gorgeous when she wasn’t scowling.
“I love my brother. I just don’t want your goons following me around anymore. The stalker is in jail. I’m safe.”
“My goons aren’t following you.”
“Good. I guess they’re for Anne.”
I nodded.
She sighed. “I’ll have to get used to seeing them when I go work with her.”
“Work with her?” I knew from past research on her that Harper Erickson didn’t have to work a day in her life. Her parents’ death and her brother’s ability to turn the family business into a gold mine made her filthy rich.
“She designs and creates jewelry and watches. I’m her model.”