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A ding sounds, indicating the doors are about to open. Lucy nearly falls over herself to get away from me, straightening her dress and quickly trying to fix her hair and makeup. There isn't a lot to fix, she didn't make nearly as much a mess as she left me. I can still feel her coating the lower half of my face, and that's nothing to speak of the literal mess I left on the floor for some poor soul to clean up.
Grinning, I get up and make myself as presentable as possible by the time the door opens. I put an arm around her waist and pull her close so we can walk off together. The door opens, revealing a group of tourists chattering far too loudly and animatedly to notice us. We walk off first and they pile on quickly after.
It doesn't escape me that Lucy is walking a little slower than normal, like she's dazed and sore.
“You okay, baby?” I murmur in her ear. “You seem a little unsteady on your feet there.”
I chuckle and slide my arm around her waist. She glares up at me, that cute little furrow in her brow again.
“What?” I protest. “You seriously look like you’re about to topple over. I know I’m good, but this is taking it to a whole new level.”
“Good, sure, but I’ve had better.” She winks at me and flounces off, leaving me standing there, stunned.
Better?
I seriously doubt that.
4
LUCY
What the hell was that?
I’m feeling confused as fuck as we walk through the foyer. I just let Noah Griffin eat me out in an elevator and I fucking liked it. No, like is too much of an understatement.
Ilovedit.
Every damn second of it.
I knew this was a bad idea. There's a reason I kept my distance from Noah for so long and that's because I can't trust myself around him. He makes me do things that I would never normally do, like what just happened. I take a deep breath and expel it quickly.
I need to pull myself together before I make a complete fool of myself.
* * *
I have to say,I'm surprised when we walk into the ballroom where the function is being held. I'm not really familiar with the industry in which Noah works, but the mix of people here really don't strike me as the type of people to be sitting in an office all day. Take the three little old ladies over in the corner, for example, laughing to themselves. I can hardly picture them buying and selling million-dollar properties. One of the ladies looks up and spots Noah and her face breaks into a smile.
“Get over here, cheeky boy,” she calls out, motioning for Noah to come over.
I glance at Noah, my eyebrows raised. Now I amsuresomething is off.
“What can I say?” he shrugs. “The ladies love me.”
He walks over and hugs the woman. “Aunt Kathy, it's great to see you.”
“You too, my boy. It’s been too long.” She turns to me, a twinkle in her eyes. “And who's this lovely young lady with you?”
His arm slides effortlessly around my waist. I stiffen, ignoring the tingles in my stomach as he tugs me closer. “This is my girlfriend, Lucy.”
“Wonderful,” the old woman beams. “Your grandfather told me you had met someone and I was hoping that you'd be bringing her tonight. I'm so happy for you, Noah. You're such a good boy. It's not your fault you get into a little bit of trouble here and there.”
“What the heck is going on?” I hiss under my breath into Noah's ear.
“Just play along, okay?” he mutters back, tightening his grip around my waist.
“Noah!” a booming voice calls out.
We both turn around to see a man with grey hair and thin-framed glasses walking towards us. He’s dressed in a dark blue suit, and he holds a glass of what I think is scotch in one hand and a cigar in the other. He places them both on the passing tray of a waiter, then he clasps his arms around Noah in a strong embrace.
