Page 170 of Triplet Trouble For My Billionaire Boss

A slow, amused grin spreads across his face as he shifts his weight slightly and leans forward to take Cole’s hand, likehe’s completely at ease despite the sudden tension filling the room.

It was a special trait of Noah’s.

“Noah,” he says simply.

“Well, now that everyone’s met—” I grab Noah’s arm and steer him toward the door, desperate to escape.

“I’ve heard a lot about you,” Noah continues.

God, kill me now.

I send him a warning look while turned away from Cole. Noah resists sending me a smirk.

“That so?” Cole responds in a steady, even voice.

One I recognize very well from the man used to sitting behind a desk and the head of long tables in conference rooms. A man used to commanding any room he was in.

Noah tilts his head. “Yeah. You’re kind of a hard guy to miss.”

My pulse spikes. “Okay,” I say quickly, stepping in before this turns into some weird pissing contest. “Noah, we should go. Now, please.”

Noah doesn’t move right away. He just watches Cole for another beat before his gaze flicks back to me. There’s something knowing in his eyes, something that says he’s piecing things together.

Great. Exactly what I didn’twant.

Noah’s lips twitch, like he’s amused. “Lead the way.”

I don’t hesitate. I grab his arm and steer him toward the door, my heart still pounding. “I’ll be back later,” I say over my shoulder, not stopping for a second.

“Great meeting you all,” Noah says as I drag him.

I can also feel Cole’s eyes burning into my back as I pull Noah outside and shut the door behind us.

The moment it closes behind us, I take a deep breath, the air cooler and thinner out here.

As we step outside, the air feels cooler, easier to breathe.

“You didn’t tell me dinner came with a side of jealousy,” Noah says, smirking as he walks beside me down the front steps toward his car.

I huff out a breath. “You’re misinterpreting things.”

He lets out a low chuckle. “Oh, no, I’m not. Not a damn chance.”

He pulls open the passenger-side door for me, leaning against it as he lifts an eyebrow. “That man looked ready to beat the hell out of me.”

I sigh, rubbing my temples. “Don’t.”

“What?” he asks innocently. “I just think it’s interesting that he didn’t look all that thrilled to see me.”

He closes the door and rounds the car before getting in.

I look straight ahead. “You’re imagining things. It wasn’t that bad.”

He lets out a loud “Ha! It was absolutely that bad. If looks could kill, I’d be in the ground already. And I don’t mean from you.”

“Shut up.”

He grins. “Not a chance.”

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