Irish’s eyes widened, wondering who he was speaking to since his eyes were still focused on his phone.
“I’m talking to you.” He then gave her direct eye contact, inciting a thump in her center.
“Me?” she asked for clarification.
“Yeah, you.”
“I’m not always staring,” she denied.
He smirked at Irish, giving her a preview of what she knew was a beautiful smile. When she did see Noble, he never showcased any emotion. Just an impassive expression and intense eyes.
“I call cap. You know you can say hi or do Jovanis got you on restriction?”
“Restriction?” Her head reared slightly. “Jovanis don’t run me, Noble.”
“Oh.” His brows lifted. “So, you know my name?”
I not only know your name, but I could spell it front and backwards if you asked me to.
Irish had been daydreaming about this man ever since he emerged on the scene. She didn’t have many encounters with him except for seeing him in passing. However, it didn’t stop her interest from increasing.
“Of course, I know your name. Jovanis works closely with you.”
Noble eyed her for a moment until he stepped closer. His scent met her before he could get near. What would he say? They didn’t possibly have anything to talk about at this moment. At least nothing Irish would’ve liked to discuss.
“How come you having dinner by yourself?” His gaze explored her face, making her chest inflate like a balloon.
“I like my alone time.”
Nodding slightly, Noble swiped his tongue over his full lips. “Alone time? I get it.”
“You get what?” Irish’s curiosity was beyond piqued at this point.
Noble leaned in closer, prompting her breathing to hike. She hadn’t been this bothered by a man’s presence in so long. He hadn’t even touched Irish, and her body was so reactive.
“I get that your man is a fairy. You ain’t got no choice but to enjoy your alone time.”
Her eyes expanded as he pulled back, locking his gaze with hers. A dream would’ve been a better explanation than this reality. If it were a dream, she could have woken up, relieved that what had just spilled from Noble’s lips weren’t real. But as she blinked, awaiting the jolt back to reality, it never came.
Noble glanced over his shoulder. “My whip is here. I gotta go.”
He spun around and headed for his car. Irish blinked out of her daze as panic surged through every part of her body. It rushed her like a typhoon, wrecking her heart rate, belly, and core.
“Hey, wait!” Her heels tapped the concrete while running after Noble.
Yet, he didn’t acknowledge her. He grabbed his keys from the valet and opened the door. Getting inside, he reached for the handle until Irish wedged herself between the door and his arm.
“Why would you say that?”
“Say what?” He smirked.
Oh, he thinks this shit is funny…
“You know what you said? Why did you say that?”
Leaning back, he studied her with his menacing eyes. “Come on, Irish. Let’s not play this game between us.”
“Oh, you know my name,” she fired back.
