Chapter 4Archie stared; he didn’t care if Gael could see the shock on his face. No one wanted to get to know him. He ran a hand over his chest, nervously making sure his suit vest hadn’t creased.
“So f*****g proper,” Gael growled, and it sent a tingle skidding over Archie’s skin. Inappropriate, he reminded himself. No tingles around clients, it was not how he operated.
“Oh no, do I have to stop?”
“What?”
“You have this look…is it a thing we have to get?” Gael slowed down, looking around.
Archie rubbed his chest again. “No, it’s fine, you can keep going.” As soon as the words were out of his mouth there was a tug inside of him, more than a tug, it insisted. “Sorry, yes, I think we have to turn.”
“What?” Gael pushed some hair from his face. “Turn? Where?”
“Erm…” Archie breathed throug
