His Wicked Obsession (Archer and Virginia) novel Chapter 421

Archer stood up, his brows furrowed. His expression remained unchanged, but the suffocating aura radiating from him caused the temperature in the restaurant to plummet to freezing.

"Get out," he demanded, his voice a low, lethal whisper.

The restaurant manager rushed over, sweating profusely as he stammered out apologies, but Archer completely ignored him.

He picked up his phone from the table and dialed Zachary Cole's number.

"Send a complete set of women's clothes to the Michelin restaurant in the CBD. Size 34C, twenty-three-inch waist."

He rattled off the measurements with rapid precision, not pausing for even a second.

Virginia froze, a flush of crimson involuntarily rushing to her pale cheeks.

How did he know her exact measurements so well? And how could he say them so casually...

"Zachary will be here soon. Go wait in the lounge," Archer said. He draped his suit jacket over her shoulders and guided her by the arm, leading her up to the second-floor VIP lounge.

The lounge was small but brightly lit.

Virginia took off the ruined shawl, leaving only the silk dress clinging to her skin. It was sticky and incredibly uncomfortable.

About ten minutes later, a knock sounded at the door. Zachary handed a pristine shopping bag through the crack.

Archer took the bag, closed the door, and looked at her with a heavy, darkening gaze. "Go change."

Virginia took the bag and stepped into the small adjoining dressing room. Without making a fuss, she quickly stripped off the ruined, sticky dress.

But when she tried to put on the new one, she ran into a problem—the zipper on the back had caught on the delicate silk fabric and refused to budge.

"Do you need help?"

After a long pause, the man's voice drifted in from outside.

"...No, the zipper is just stuck. I'll get it in a second."

He spun her around, pinning her against the cool glass of the mirror, and lowered his head to capture her lips in a punishing kiss.

It was urgent and desperate, fueled by the mounting frustration and craving he had suppressed over the past few days.

He parted her lips with ease, sweeping inside to greedily devour the air from her lungs.

Virginia's breathing turned ragged. She pressed her hands flat against his solid chest, trying to push him away, but his grip was unyielding. His arms locked around her like steel bands, as if trying to crush her into his very bones.

His large hand swept up the curve of her waist, trailing a blistering heat that ignited sparks wherever he touched.

Virginia's rational mind began to crumble as her body instinctively melted into his embrace.

Just as the situation was about to spiral entirely out of control, Archer abruptly stopped. He was panting heavily, pressing his forehead against hers. He closed his eyes, violently wrestling with the dark desires thrashing in his veins.

"Change your clothes," he gritted out, his voice utterly ragged.

Then, he released her, turning on his heel without a moment of hesitation. He strode out of the dressing room, pulling the door shut behind him.