Built from the ground by Alexander Van Der Wells, now it’s Noah’s. This is what he comes to every day. His own kingdom. Ruling with an iron fist.
There are four different elevators circling the grandiose lobby, and Mikey Boy leads me to elevator number two. Not sure he realizes he’s spoken to my boobs instead of my face when he steps aside and tells me to go ahead of him.
Hmm. Here’s someone who’s not afraid to leer. Can’t blame him, though. I do have a nice pair.
Soothing classical music serenades my eardrums as the elevator whips us up to Noah’s floor.
Mike remains on the elevators. “His assistant will show you to his office.”
On this floor sits a smaller lobby, less ostentatious than downstairs, and two doors. One to the left, one to …show more content…
“Well, that’s a first. Most harts let me inside them because I have an accent.”
As I start to reply with a diss, Noah talks over me with, “You’ll discover real soon that Lotty isn’t like most girls. She’s…” He trails off, eyes on me.
My ears perk up and my heart pauses its job, waiting for the complete sentence. I’m what? I’m what? Say it, goddammit!
But he doesn’t, flicking his eyes from me.
Qwesie has no problem finishing for him. “A vixen. A temptress. A minx. Bloody delightful.”
I grin at Qwesie. He’s mental.
Sitting up in the chair, I grab my drawstring bag. “Okay, so are we gonna train or what?” Over with the fun and jokes, I’m now paying attention to the fact that I’m here to train, yet we’re sitting in a pompous office, and both men are in sharp, three-piece suits. “You’re training too, Q?”
Qwesie straightens his tie. “Look at me good, yeah. See me? Fresher than Aquafresh in a pool of Listerine. Self-defense training?” He makes a face. “Ain’t nobody got time fo’ that.”
A laugh bubbling up in my throat, I blink at Q, and then at Noah, who’s looking down at the floor and shaking his head, but the glint of his teeth doesn’t go unnoticed. He’s fighting a …show more content…
With the partition open, I can see more of what’s hidden: a standalone wardrobe, a standing lamp, and a small table with some folders on it.
He opens the wardrobe, and I sit up straighter to peek inside over his shoulder. Two starched suits, four seam-pressed white shirts, an armful of folded sweatpants, T-shirts and jeans, and at the very bottom, two pairs of sneakers and two pair of polished shoes.
Noah shrugs out of his shirt and the desire builds. Really, why does he have to be so damn sexy? His back muscles flex as he snags one of the plain white T-shirts and hauls it over his head.
“Are you really going to hook up with Zachary?” he asks out of the blue, back turned to me as he undoes his belt buckle.
Dear God, I want him to turn around so I can see…see the V I know is there…the trail of dark hair from his navel down…I mean, why deprive me now, right? When he struts around the house half-naked all the
There are four different elevators circling the grandiose lobby, and Mikey Boy leads me to elevator number two. Not sure he realizes he’s spoken to my boobs instead of my face when he steps aside and tells me to go ahead of him.
Hmm. Here’s someone who’s not afraid to leer. Can’t blame him, though. I do have a nice pair.
Soothing classical music serenades my eardrums as the elevator whips us up to Noah’s floor.
Mike remains on the elevators. “His assistant will show you to his office.”
On this floor sits a smaller lobby, less ostentatious than downstairs, and two doors. One to the left, one to …show more content…
“Well, that’s a first. Most harts let me inside them because I have an accent.”
As I start to reply with a diss, Noah talks over me with, “You’ll discover real soon that Lotty isn’t like most girls. She’s…” He trails off, eyes on me.
My ears perk up and my heart pauses its job, waiting for the complete sentence. I’m what? I’m what? Say it, goddammit!
But he doesn’t, flicking his eyes from me.
Qwesie has no problem finishing for him. “A vixen. A temptress. A minx. Bloody delightful.”
I grin at Qwesie. He’s mental.
Sitting up in the chair, I grab my drawstring bag. “Okay, so are we gonna train or what?” Over with the fun and jokes, I’m now paying attention to the fact that I’m here to train, yet we’re sitting in a pompous office, and both men are in sharp, three-piece suits. “You’re training too, Q?”
Qwesie straightens his tie. “Look at me good, yeah. See me? Fresher than Aquafresh in a pool of Listerine. Self-defense training?” He makes a face. “Ain’t nobody got time fo’ that.”
A laugh bubbling up in my throat, I blink at Q, and then at Noah, who’s looking down at the floor and shaking his head, but the glint of his teeth doesn’t go unnoticed. He’s fighting a …show more content…
With the partition open, I can see more of what’s hidden: a standalone wardrobe, a standing lamp, and a small table with some folders on it.
He opens the wardrobe, and I sit up straighter to peek inside over his shoulder. Two starched suits, four seam-pressed white shirts, an armful of folded sweatpants, T-shirts and jeans, and at the very bottom, two pairs of sneakers and two pair of polished shoes.
Noah shrugs out of his shirt and the desire builds. Really, why does he have to be so damn sexy? His back muscles flex as he snags one of the plain white T-shirts and hauls it over his head.
“Are you really going to hook up with Zachary?” he asks out of the blue, back turned to me as he undoes his belt buckle.
Dear God, I want him to turn around so I can see…see the V I know is there…the trail of dark hair from his navel down…I mean, why deprive me now, right? When he struts around the house half-naked all the