Noah laughed out loud.

Well look at this. She has the balls to question me to my face? 

He stepped closer to the woman who piqued his interest. “I like that you don’t scare easily. But I asked you first.” 

Damn, she’s short. Her head just reached his shoulder. His gaze lowered to her open-toe gold shoes that showed off the cutest digits he’d ever seen. He appreciated that even in heels he towered over her. Her glare greeted him when he returned his attention back to her face.“And I asked you second,” she countered with a hand on her hip. “We could play this all night, Mister.”

Noah’s gaze deliberately dropped from her tasty-looking lips down to her green dress with the cutout that flirted with her thick thighs.

Noah slowly retraced his path up her body and conveyed his intent. 

Oh yeah, I’m so fucking you tonight.By the time their eyes connected again, Noah’s grin had split his face, revealing a set of deep dimples and gleaming white teeth.

She failed miserably at making her small smile into a scowl. His grin disappeared when she took a step backward.

“Noah Adams.” The name you’ll be screaming later. He stretched his right hand out, hoping she’d be polite enough to shake. The feel of her hand would have to hold him until he got to the rest in his bed later.