“Because, you calling me for no reason isn’t plausible. There’s gotta be a need.”
Irish stood up and slowly began pacing back and forth. “Honestly, I don’t know why I called you.”
“You need to talk?”
Her forehead furrowed at his question. “Why did you ask me that?”
“‘Cause I only gave you my number in case you needed someone to talk to.”
Pondering his answer, she remembered the exact moment he saved his number in her phone and the reason why.
“I guess in a way, I could use someone to talk to.”
Irish didn’t have a particular topic she wanted to discuss. They could talk about The Disney Channel, and she would’ve been satisfied to share dialogue with Noble.
“I’ll send my location.”
“Wait, what? I thought we were just going to be talking. Why do you need to send me your location?”
“I don’t talk on the phone, Irish. Shit, this conversation has lasted longer than I wanted to. I’ll send it.”
The call ended, causing her to look at her screen to ensure he had hung up. Seconds passed and a text from Noble came through the phone. Irish walked into her bathroom to touch up the light makeup she’d applied earlier. After fluffing her shag haircut, she grabbed her purse and left the house.
The entire ride to Noble was a nervous one. Seeing him would be a treat but what would they discuss? Their discussions couldn’t continue to consist of Jovanis. Irish had already shared too much and didn’t want to compromise her friendship any further. Following the GPS, it led her downtown to The Glass House. After finding a parking spot, Irish strutted toward the entrance and walked inside. This was a bar that consisted of twofloors. Everything was made of glass, giving her clear panoramic views. The crystalline walls reflected on the floor, painting it with shifting patterns of light. It was beautifully constructed as Irish headed to the bar. Ordering an old-fashioned, she sent a text to Noble, alerting him that she was there. After a few minutes, he responded telling her to come to the second floor.
“Here you are.”
Irish grabbed the drink from the bartender and left a twenty-dollar bill on the counter. She then made her way to the top floor. Once she arrived, she noticed the vibe was more laid back than the lower level. A fire pit feature lined the perimeter of the room while ambient LED lights washed the walls with a lavender color. Irish’s gaze scanned the club in search for Noble. Right away, she found him in the corner.
“Damn,” she whispered.
Regal, sexy, and debonair were a few adjectives that came to mind. A drink was nestled in the crook of his index finger and thumb. Noble donned a black collared shirt, black slacks, and hard bottom dress shoes. The first two buttons of his shirt provided her with a preview of his milk chocolate chest.
His gaze shifted to hers, and he gestured with his head for her to come over to him. The taps from her five-inch heels echoed through the room. They were the only two inside, making her anxiety spike just a bit. Irish had no business being here with Noble, yet nothing would propel her to leave this moment.
“Is this your spot?” she asked, taking a seat on the sofa that was angled toward the chair he sat on.
Shaking his head, he answered, “No, this is my cousin’s place. I just come here and check up on it sometimes.”
Irish nodded, taking in more of the décor and settled her stare on the TV that showed highlights from a college football game. Trying to relax around Noble was next to difficult, especially when his gaze was centered on her. Leaning back, a subtle smirk rested on his lips, making her squirm internally.
“You look good. I know you didn’t put that on for me.”
Oh, I would’ve worn nothing for you…
Irish chuckled to herself while pushing her naughty thoughts to the back of her mind.
“I didn’t. I was actually supposed to go somewhere but plans changed.”
“And you thought of me?” Noble’s features showcased his amusement.
“I did. Is that a problem?”
Leaning forward, Noble placed his glass on the table in front of him. He then returned his attention to Irish, prompting warmth to settle between her thighs.
“Come take a ride with me.”
He stood, not giving her a chance to protest. Not that Irish would anyway. Instead of going through the way she’d come in, Noble ushered them out of a back door and into a parking lot. He walked toward a black car and opened the passenger door for her. Sliding inside, Irish took note of the soft leather and the new car scent.
