Gwen
What am I doing? What am I doing? What am I doing?
The question runs through my mind over and over as I make my way to Archer’s house. He told me there were a few things we needed to go over now that we have decided on a location and when I suggested that we meet at my practice, he told me he will be in meetings until late and think it would be best if we met at his place. I hadn’t fought him on it, not really. I know I should’ve said we should rather meet in a public place, somewhere I wouldn’t jump him and beg him to take me to bed, but I was weak and gave in. Now I regret it.
After that day in his office a month ago, I have been avoiding him. I knew I wouldn’t be able to avoid him completely, but I made sure that we always met in public places. Whenever there was paperwork we ne
