Page 52 of One Last Time
“Do you worry about being around me?” heasks.
“No. Why would I?” I retreat, but Noah follows, denying me the space I was goingfor.
“Why are you trying to get awaynow?”
I clench my fists and force myself not to give another inch. “I’m not goinganywhere.”
He smiles like the cat that ate the canary. “I’m not,either.”
That is exactly what I was afraid of. Heather was right—I’m so fucked. I have no idea what Noah’s game is, or if it extends past his bid to get into my pants, but I can’t deny the attraction between us. His gaze rakes over my face and then down to my chest. My breathing is accelerated, and he’d have to be blind to miss all the signs that I’m both turned on andterrified.
“Well—” My voice cracks, making me have to clear my throat. “I guess we better get towork.”
“Yes, I’m ready to get towork.”
I shift over to the side and focus on breathing. Having distance is the key to this. When I’m not so close, it isn’t so bad. Sure, short of putting a paper bag over his head, there’s nothing I can do to make him less hot, but space will keep me from doing somethingstupid.
Like leaning forward and pressing my lips tohis.
I make a mental list of rules to ensure success for the project. Noah is smooth, sexy, and kisses like a God. The way he touches me, tastes, and scatters my thoughts will be what makes this train go off the tracks. I can’t think about how his fingers felt digging into my back or the way his lips moved withmine.
And now I’m keyedup.
Way not to think about it,Kris.
The list. Yes. I need a list ofrules.
“We need some ground rules,” I say, lifting my hand so he’ll stop encroaching on my much-neededspace.
Helaughs.
“I’m serious. If you want me to write this article,”Not that I have a choice,“then you’ll need to agree to myterms.”
He struts closer. “I’mlistening.”
“None of this.” I point to him. “No trying to be close to me with your sexy moves andwhatnot.”
Noah stops and raises his brow. “You think I’msexy?”
“Yes, I mean, no. You know what I’m saying, damn it! You’re all flirty with me. No being flirty!” He knows exactly what I’msaying.
“Okay.” He stands straight. “Noflirting.”
Good. Ithink.
“Next rule, no dates. You can’t take me out andschmoozeme, thinking it’ll lead to sex. We’renothaving any kind of sex.” I put my hands on myhips.
Noah’s lips form into a panty-melting smile. “What I’m hearing is that you think about sex withme.”
“I don’t.” Ilie.
He moves closer. “Then why worry about adate?”
“Because we’re not dating. I’m writing about yourlife.”
“And you’ve already told the world that I have feelings for someone, haven’tyou?”
I knew this article was going to be a mistake. He gave me that piece of info, knowing I would have to publish it but not be able to say more. My pulse quickens as he takes another step towardme.
