Page 53 of One Last Time
“Not the point. And you’re being flirtyagain!”
He grins as he continues to inch closer. Stupid smirky bastard is making my thoughtsscatter.
“They’ll want to know who it is that I’m suddenly chasing after.” His head tilts to theside.
“All the more reason for no public appearances.” I shake my head. “Do you agree to the terms?” My feet shift back until I hit the back of the couch. I’m trapped, and he’s still pursuingme.
“No.” His voice islow.
“No?”
“No, we’ll have food because we’ll need to eat. We’ll be in public because I’m not going to spend the next month hiding, and it’s going to be very hard for you to keep your hands off me if we’re always alone.” His voice is full ofmischief.
Bastard might be right. It will be harder to keep my . . .wait a minute. “Keep my hands offyou?”
He shrugs. “You are the one who tried to kiss me the first night and told me about how amazing you are in bed. By the way, I’m happy to test that theory out if you needconfirmation.”
My jaw falls open. He tried to kiss me. Heck, hedidkiss me. It was him who initiated all of this. Plus, that night I was toasted, so nothing I did should be held against me since I only remember fragments. Now, the other night, yeah, I kissed himback. Notfirst.
“Your memory is a bit off,pal.”
“Pal?”
“You know, buddy, pal, bro,homey. . .”
Why am I having to explainthis?
Then helaughs.
You would think with the way our exchanges go that I’d never dealt with a man before. I’m starting to wonder if I’m just incapable of human interaction at thispoint.
“You can call me anything you want if you kiss me again,” Noahoffers.
“Kiss you?” I scoff. “No.”
“Then you can only refer to me as ‘Man I have feelings for but refuse to admitit.’”
Like that’s ever going to happen. “Or I can refer to you as ‘Delusional actor who thinks he’shot.’”
“You’ve already admitted you think I’mhot.”
“You’re all right.” I try fornonchalance.
While he’s near me, he’s followed the first rule and has stayed back more than I thought. I’m grateful for the distance because the yearning to kiss him strengthens the closer heis.
“Your mouth says one thing, but your body says another.” His eyes drift to mybreasts.
Sure enough, my nipples are poking out like two mountain peaks. “I’mcold.”
“I’ll let you have yourlies.”
“How nice of you.” I cross my arms over my chest. Stupidboobs.
Noah takes a few steps back, and I look to the ceiling, praying for divine intervention. I have three weeks of this torture, but then he’ll be gone. This isn’t his home, New York is, and the last thing I have time for is some guy who will breeze in and out of mylife.
I have two kids to think about and a divorce hearing in a week. Noah Frazier is the least of myworries.
“I read the article,” he says as he turns to faceme.
