“Why do I not believe that?” I asked, narrowing my eyes at him.
“Well, I never said I didn’t peek when I got you changed.”
I quirked an eyebrow at him, not believing a single line of his bullshit. “If you helped me change, why am I wearing nothing at all?”
“Can I help it if you tore your clothes off in the middle of the night?”
Narrowing my eyes at him, he finally smirked, easing the tension in the room.
“So, what really happened last night? How did I end up here?”
“You begged me to come home with you. I tried to be a gentleman and walk away, but you were so persistent.”
“Really,” I deadpanned.
“Okay, you asked me if I wanted to go home with you. I said yes, and then we came back here, where you cried into your Cheerios about how much you loved Liam. It was a sad and pathetic end to my evening in which I derived exactly zero pleasure.”
“I don’t eat Cheerios.”
“Maybe not, but you were sad and pathetic. And I wasn’t lying when I said I got zero pleasure from last night.”
Well, it could have been worse. A lot worse. At least I didn’t sleep with him. But there was something niggling at the back of my mind, telling me that wasn’t all there was to the story. But my mind was ablank slate. If something else did happen, I wasn’t going to remember it anytime soon.
“So, would you like breakfast?”
Just the thought made me want to run for the bathroom. “I think I’ll pass.”
“You should get something in your stomach, even if it’s not with me. Which is why I called Charlotte to pick you up.”
“Cheyenne,” I muttered.
“Huh?”
“Her name is Cheyenne, not Charlotte.”
He shrugged, turning away from me. “Whatever.”
“I hope you didn’t call her Charlotte when you talked to her.”
“Can’t remember. Anyway, she’s bringing you some clothes to change into.”
Cocking my head at him, I tried to figure him out. “Why did you bring me back here last night?”
“I already told you. I was hoping to get lucky.”
“And then you just took care of me?” I asked, already suspicious of his story.
Why was he looking out for me at all? This wasn’t the first time, and since when did a man just appear out of nowhere and start looking out for women he barely knew?
“Well, it was either that or drive you home, and I wasn’t very interested in cleaning vomit from my cloth seats.”
It just didn’t line up. I was certain now more than ever that Archer had zero interest in me. He didn’t look at me like he wanted to date me—not that he would after I spent the night puking—but it still didn’t line up.
So, why was he helping me at all?
“And that was all? Nothing else happened? I just…got drunk and puked all over the place?”
“More or less.”
