Page 27 of Million Dollar High

She looked ready to argue the point. He short-circuited it by picking up her phone and holding it out to her. “You left that on my bedroom floor, apparently.”

“Apparently?” Her hand brushed his, and a tiny gasp escaped her as electricity zapped at the point of contact.

“Maddie found it when she was packing up my stuff.”

Dark grey eyes met his for a second before they skated over him to the view beyond his window. “You never did tell me where you’re staying.”

He relaxed in his seat. “Upstairs, for now. I had some of the offices converted into a corporate suite when I leased the place.”

Her gaze snapped upward and stayed there, as if she had X-ray vision that could see his current sleeping quarters.

He suppressed a smile. “You have something for me?”

Nodding reluctantly, she reached into her large handbagand passed out the neatly folded T-shirt. Her movements were slow when she handed it over. “What’s so special about this T-shirt anyway?”

He took it and tossed it onto his desk. “You forfeited the right to know about 11a.m. on Saturday morning. Did your board meeting go okay this morning?”

“As well as can be expected,” she said vaguely, her gaze sliding from him to flit around the room.

Irritation snapped through him. He got up, rounded his desk and perched on the edge. “Focus, Leia. What’s going on?”

She looked at him and frowned. “What do you mean?”

“I mean you haven’t looked at me for longer than two seconds since you walked into my office.”

She cleared her throat and fidgeted some more. “What we did last night?—”

He chuckled. “You mean, me turning your ass red and eating your pussy, and you loving every second of it?”

Her face flamed bright red.

Noah barely stopped a smile from splitting his face. Good to know some things hadn’t changed. He tucked a stray hair behind her ear and had the satisfaction of feeling her shiver.

“What about it, baby?”

“I don’t want it to happen again.”

His almost-smile evaporated, and he grabbed her arm. “Come again?”

A cute grimace crawled over her face. “That’s the problem. I don’t want to. Not with you.”

He straightened. “Then who the hell with?”

“No, I didn’t mean that,” she said in a rush, then shook her head. “You… This… It’s messing with my head. I don’t want to see you again, not if…”

“Not if what?” he grated.

“Not if we can’t be friends.”

Blind anger surged high. “Are you fucking kidding me? You break up with me less than three days ago and you want to be friends?”

She flinched. “You don’t want to be friends, but you have people watching me and you think you can summon me to your office whenever you please?”

“I never claimed to be a rational human being.”

“God, how can you not see how fucked up all this is?”

He shrugged. “I know how we can make everything sane again.” And it didn’t involve him being fucking friend-zoned.

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