A Muffin a Day

Chapter Eight, Her.

Jay

Archer would chuckle, picking me up and setting me in his lap. I felt my eyes widen, a panic coming over me."What's wrong, Jay?" I'd look at him, dead in his eyes. I had been in bad situations like this before. I did not want anything to happen again. I bit down on his arm. Only to hear him chuckle, leaning back. "You aren't doing anything but filling my amusement, Jay." He'd chuckle, leaning in next to my ear. "Besides...I enjoy pain." He'd whisper. This is horrible... he's enjoying this..?! I'd let go of him. Not hearing a word Lacey was saying. I could have sworn that Archer was pushing me deeper into him. I suddenly heard Archer say, "What if he was a murderer?" What was She talking about..? Lacey would giggle, "You and your horror houseeeee...There is no way! I would know!" He would laugh, "Do you think he'd tell you? Murders don't reveal themselves, silly." Lacey would shrug, "He might tell me!" I looked at the floor nervously. Why does that sound ironic... suddenly we pulled up at the restaurant, Lacey's eyes lighting up. "Food!" I'd try to get up, feeling Archer's arms wrap around my waist. He held me there, his head on my shoulder. "Archer...get off me.." I whispered as the rest of the people got out of the car. He'd sigh. "I want to stay here a little longer..." I'd groan. "I don't even know you that well...why are you staying like this...why are you touching me that way..?" He'd sigh, "You really want to know?" I'd nod. "Of course, I want to know." He'd groan, "You gave me an erection, brat...and I don't feel like walking around with a tent in my pants." I felt my eyes wide. "I what..?" He'd groan, "I know you aren't deaf..." Milo would open the door to the car. "Get out of the car before I lock you in with the windows up, Archer." He'd groan, carrying me as he got out of the car. He set me down now. He was using me as a shield, walking behind me. Lacey had already gotten you all a booth seat. She had pulled up a chair so she could sit with you all. I moved into the booth. Ms. Angela was in front of me while Milo sat next to her. Archer would sigh leaning a bit to whisper in my ear. "Switch chairs with me..." I'd blink, looking over. "You can't be on the edge?" He'd groan, "It's easy to see from the edge..." I'd shrug. "It isn't my fault. You have to sit there." He'd groan, sitting down. "At least my pants are black..." a waitress would come over, a smile on her face. "Oh my goodness...look at youuu...with the broad shoulders....such a big mannn..." she'd smile, leaning on Archer. "Hey, why don't you go mess with him over there." He'd point at Milo. She'd giggle, sitting on his lap. "Oh? What's this?" I'd stare at the woman, feeling my stomach turn for some reason. "Trust me, it isn't from you." Archer would groan. "My partner here doesn't believe I'm good enough." I'd look over, "What- no I never-" She'd giggle, "Awwww... you're really good..." Milo would butt in, thankfully. "Young lady, you shouldn't be working here." She'd look at Milo, her arm wrapped around Archer. "Why not?" He'd sigh, "You should be in school, getting an education to make yourself something great. You could be a doctor if you tried hard enough." She'd chuckle, "A doctor? Do you really think so? Oh my god, one time, I had to go to the doctor to get my stomach pumped because I got drugged, I was like soooooo sickkk." Milo would look at her, blinking. "Actually...I think this is the perfect job for you." She'd smile, "I knowwww, right?" She'd mess with Archer's sweater, "Is this cashmere? I loveeee cashmere.." He'd nod, chuckling. "I don't think I have met a woman who hasn't." Ms. Angela would sigh, "Young lady, what made you choose to work here..?" She'd shrug, "Maybe the fact that I had a deadbeat father...But now I have this guyyy." She'd smile, messing up Archer's hair. "Yeah? Who was your father? I'm sure I can find and beat him up for you." He'd say chuckling. She'd smile, whispering in his ear. Archer's smile disappeared, he got up and dragged her off to the back. "H-Hey! This is extra-" She'd call out to him. I'd let out a growl, shaking my head. That was so difficult to watch. Milo would look over at Ms. Angela. "Roses or tulips?" I'd blink, wondering what he meant. She'd shrug, "Maybe roses. Archer doesn't seem to be into tulips right now." He'd nod, whispering something to her. She'd nod, going in her bag and retrieving a binder. I tried to sneak a peak, but Lacey distracted me. "That must have been hard to watch your lover like that." I'd look over, "What?" She'd sigh, "Watching another woman on him...I literally hated every second of that." Milo would nod, "I second that...That was absolutely unbearable...and for what? A tip?" He'd shake his head. I'd sigh, "It was really hard to watch..." Ms. Angela would let out a gasp, Milo looking at the binder imminently. I watched his eyes widen, "Oh great heavens..." He'd shake his head, "Please excuse me..." He'd get up, trying to speed walk over to where Archer was. She'd sigh, setting the binder next to herself. "So sorry that this hasn't been going the way you all wanted..." I'd nod. Lacey would smile, "Nopeee! Now we have lunch with the amazing woman who puts up with all those men." She'd giggle. She'd chuckle, "Well Archer is like my boss, so I have to listen to him...But Milo is a nice colleague and I listen to him because his opinion matters to our team." Lacey would giggle, "I think you like him." She'd say, her hands on her cheeks and her elbows on the table. She'd chuckle, "I do like him...He's nice." Lacey would shake her head, "Like like." Ms. Angela would sigh, "I'm afraid I can't talk about my personal life like this...Besides, Milo likes someone else." She'd mutter the last part. Lacey would look at me, smiling. "We should try to put them together." She'd whisper to me. "Are you sure? They both seem so...Against it?" Lacey would nod, "Trust me!" I would hear a loud crash from the back, making you all jump. Some waitresses going to find out what was going on.