Page 20 of A Billionaire's Holiday Love

Yup, that was his name. Hopefully, he didn’t remember me.

I grabbed it out of her hand. “She’s a beauty, I get it, but didn’t you learn it’s rude to stare?”

His gray eyes met mine. “Sorry, dude. She’s breathtaking. I don’t see beautiful women like her every day.”

“Ring up my woman’s pendant,” I growled.

“Noah,” Hope snapped.

“Ismael, we aren’t together.” Her facial features softened.

“She’s right. We just sleep together,” I winked at her.

Hope cranked her neck and closed the space between us. “In your dreams.”

“Yeah, there too.”

Her eyes widened.

Thought my attraction to her was obvious.

“That’s the only place, Mr. Grinch.”

My brows lowered. “Charge our items to my credit card.” I placed the card on the counter, still staring at those lips, eyes, and button nose.

“Noah, I told you I wouldn’t sl-”

“Ah, ah.” Placing my finger over her pouty lips, I felt her entire body shiver. She was wet for me and she hated it. I glanced at the little old lady in line behind us.

“You two make an attractive couple.”

My cheeks lifted. “Thank you, ma’am.”

I reluctantly removed my finger from Hope’s lips.

No plans of letting up, though. I was having too much fun. “Hope, baby, I need to place the merchandise on the counter. Step back. You’ll have me all to yourself in a couple of hours.” I chuckled.

“Noah, you’ll regret this.”

I ignored my cinnamon beauty and filled the counter with our goods.

After Ismael bagged our items, he picked up my card and stared at it.

“I need your I.D.”

“Oh, yeah.” I grabbed it from my wallet and placed it in his hand.

His eyes lit up.

Shit.

“Noah Canyon, I haven’t seen you in years.” His heavy hand landed against my arm. I didn’t budge.

“How’s the beer business treating you?”

I couldn’t look at Hope. She didn’t realize who I was at the diner, and I didn’t offer the information. Our chemistry was natural. Not based on the billions of dollars in my bank account.

“Good,” I smirked.

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