As I waited for Archer to get fully dressed, anticipation and nerves fluttered in my stomach. The events of the past hours had been nothing short of overwhelming, and being in his presence felt both exhilarating and intimidating. My eyes lingered on the closed door leading to the walk-in closet.
Finally, the door creaked open, and my breath hitched as I caught sight of him. Archer stepped out, dressed in an impeccably tailored, expensive black suit that accentuated every sculpted inch of his six-foot-four frame. His hair was still wet, giving him an air of both elegance and a hint of casualness. The dark tendrils glistened under the soft glow of the room's lighting, accentuating his chiseled features and adding an irresistible allure. There was an undeniable magnetism about him, and I cou
