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“You read smut?” I ask, completely ignoring the fact that he called me hot.
“Sure, I do,” he says. “I guess you could say your stories sparked something in me.”
“Who’s your favourite author, then?” I challenge.
He smirks. “You would be, if you got your shit together.”
He gives me a panty-melting grin and I have to force myself to look away. Just when I think Noah can’t get more appealing, he manages to. I’m going to have to try even harder not to fall for his charms now, because I know the moment I let my guard down, all my resolve will fly out the window. I cannot let that happen.
“Whatever. I don’t have time to write anymore,” I mutter, even though it’s a lie.
“Your call,” he says with a shrug. “All I’m saying is, you wrote some damn good stuff at sixteen. Imagine what you could do today.” He gives me a sexy smile. “And hey, if you need me to be your muse, I’d be more than happy to oblige.”
“Thanks, but there will be none of that,” I retort. “Maybe you should just focus on driving and getting us there in one piece?” I suggest sweetly.
“What can I say? I multitask incredibly well,” he murmurs.
His gaze lingers, making the double meaning behind his comment very clear.
* * *
We finally arriveat the hotel and it's absolutely beautiful. Situated on the water of the NSW North Coast, the resort is secluded, complete with both hotel-style rooms and a series of more private villas that are stretched out along the beachfront. It's very romantic, which makes it exactly the kind of place I donotwant to be stuck in with Noah Griffin.
Please let us be in the hotel and not one of the ridiculously romantic villas.
We walk inside the main reception area with our bags. While Noah checks us in, I look over my phone messages, ignoring the one from Kara telling me to hit that sexy ass or she will. My ears perk up when I hear a king bed mentioned. I glare at Noah.
“You totally ignored my rules, didn't you?” I accuse.
“Of course, I did,” he replies without hesitation. Amusement fills his eyes. “You're supposed to be my girlfriend, Sloan. How weird is it going to look if we're in separate rooms?”
“It's not that weird,” I argue. “Not every relationship has to be about sex.”
“With me it does,” he says simply. “No one is going to believe that I'm dating a woman who demands a separate room.”
“Fine, but you could have asked for twin beds,” I grumble.
“I could have. But I didn’t.” He grins at me. “We need to make it believable, remember?”
“I’m sorry, is your boss planning on coming into our room in the middle of the night to check our sleeping arrangements?” I retort, standing my ground.
“Maybe.” He smirks. “Better to be safe than sorry.”
“Then I hope you’re comfortable sleeping on the floor.”
“Hey, I'm not the one with the issue sharing a bed,” he replies. “If you don't trust yourself to sleep next to me, then you can sleep on the floor.”
“I trust myself,” I grit out. “It'syouI don't trust.”
“Sweetheart.” He leans closer to me and murmurs in a low voice only I can hear. “I never touch a woman unless she wants me to. Usually once I start, they don’t want me to stop.”
“Just get the damn key,” I growl, suddenly feeling all hot and tingly.
At least he didn’t book us one of the romantic villas.
I wait impatiently as Noah hands over his credit card and ID, then accepts the key for our room. When he’s done, he slips his arm around my waist and gives me a tight squeeze.
“Come on, Sloan. Let’s go check out this room.”
