That makes perfect sense.
“Why did you become a writer?” he asks.
“I never wanted to be anything else. I started making up stories the moment I could speak. Learning to write meant I could put them on paper. Learning to type was even more liberating. I’d write whether I was published or not.”
“It’s your dream job?”
“Aye, most of the time.”
Archie raises his eyebrows. “Most of the time?”
“When the words are flowing, it’s the best feeling in the world. But when they’re not, it’s pretty shit.”
“But they have been flowing the last few days, right?”
“Aye.” Because of him. I can’t deny that he’s replaced my AWOL muse.
“Can I read what you’ve written?”
“You want to after the last bag of shite I sent you?”
He laughs. “Yes, I really do.”
“All right, you’ll have what I’ve written by morning.” Only the Orion King chapters, not Archer’s.
“Thank you, Sir.”
A shiver runs down my spine.
Archie draws his knees up to his chest and hugs them. “How do you feel about what you’ve written this week?”
“Better than the last pile of crap. It was a great idea to bring Jessica back. Thank you.”
“I’m glad I could help. The party on Friday… You hold one every month?”
“Aye.”
“What made you start hosting your own kink parties?”
"I'm not much of a fan of the club scene. It's too public. At the parties, we can have fun without the worry of being seen. A few of my friends would probably get sacked if their bosses found out they were into BDSM."
“That sucks.”
I smile. “It’s not something you’ve got to worry about.”
“The losing my job part or the sucking part?” Archie waggles his eyebrows suggestively.
“I thought you were a fucking angel?”
“Half of that statement is correct.” He moves the quilt away and pushes forwards onto his hands and knees. “I like fucking, but I’m no angel, Sir.”
I suck in a breath, my chest shuddering at the sight of him. “Have I told you how gorgeous you are?”
“Once or twice.” His stare sweeps over me. “You’re gorgeous too. I’ve been wanting to see your body again since Friday.”
I shake my head. “My body’s not much to look at.”
“Are you kidding me? You’re stunning, Sir. I want to rub my face in all that fur on your chest. I haven’t got on my knees for you today.”
