His Wicked Obsession (Archer and Virginia) novel Chapter 154

Virginia followed Valentin inside. He didn't waste any time, navigating her through greetings with several industry giants before leading her directly to Chairman Preston.

They discussed her corporate program for a few minutes. The chairman was deeply impressed and immediately invited her to the Preston Group headquarters the next day for a formal meeting.

With business settled, Chairman Preston went off to entertain other guests. Valentin fetched two flutes of champagne and handed one to Virginia.

"Can you finally relax now?" Seeing the smile in her eyes, his heart gave a small jolt. "Care to celebrate with a dance, Ms. Caldwell?"

Virginia was just about to answer when her peripheral vision caught movement on the far side of the ballroom.

Archer was standing in the center of a crowd, one hand tucked into his pocket and the other holding a drink.

He was wearing a bespoke black three-piece suit paired with a deep navy tie. The platinum cufflinks at his wrists caught the light with every subtle movement.

Surrounded by executives, he seemed to be discussing business. He nodded occasionally, his expression locked in its usual stoic indifference.

Virginia frowned, retracted her gaze, and said, "Let's dance."

The live band struck up a waltz. Valentin offered a gentlemanly bow and led her by the hand onto the dance floor.

He was an incredibly considerate partner, purposefully shortening his strides to match hers, making their movements seamlessly synchronized.

Virginia spun to the rhythm a couple of times, her tense muscles slowly unwinding, her smile growing more genuine.

But just as she completed her third turn, a figure stepped directly into their path.

"Mr. Hunter. I'll be cutting in."

It wasn't a request.

Virginia looked up to find Archer, his face completely devoid of expression.

Valentin raised an eyebrow, let go of her hand, and took a step back, gesturing with a polite sweep of his arm.

Archer stepped in smoothly. His long fingers engulfed her right hand, while his other hand settled firmly on her waist.

His skin was pale, his palms dry and cool to the touch. His grip was light, his movements masterful as he effortlessly took the lead.

The sheer familiarity of his touch caused every muscle in her body to lock up.

It brought back memories of their third month of marriage, when he needed a date for a major corporate gala.

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