Noah
Something was off with the man who followed us into Fleur’s apartment. It was more than the way he made himself at home the minute he was inside. Flinging himself down on her sofa and putting his feet up on her table. I could have even forgiven him for calling out to her to pour him a drink like she was his personal slave.
What I couldn’t forgive was the way he watched her. When she bent down to put wine glasses in front of everyone, he didn’t even try to hide the way his eyes were glued to her cleavage. Somehow, and I wasn’t sure how I stopped the growl before it could tear its way out of my throat. But that didn’t mean I wasn’t angry.
“Make yourself comfortable Noah.” Reaching up on her tiptoes Fleur pressed her lips to my cheek. I loved the affection she was showing me
