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A cocky smirk spread across his lips. “Hey, beautiful.”
Furrowing my brows, I asked, “Wait, how did you—”
“Know you would be here?”
“Yeah.”
“Maya texted Bella for me.”
Ugh, I was going to have to kill them both. I crossed my arms over my chest. “After the way I left things, do you have one good reason for stalking me down to my music studio?”
The smirk disappeared from his face. “Stalkingyou? Is that what you think I’ve done?”
Ducking my head, I replied, “Not exactly.”
“I would hope not.”
“But what are you doing here?”
“I thought you could use some help.”
“Excuse me?”
“You know. Here at the school.” At what must’ve been my continued disbelief, he rubbed the back of his neck. “In the elevator, you told me you were running behind getting things ready for the opening, and since I was sitting around home doing nothing, I thought I would come help.”
Oh God. Was he for real? Ashton had never once offered to do anything career related. Most of the time, he couldn’t even feign interest when I talked about the school. Yet here was Noah, a man I wasn’t even in a relationship with, who was willing to give up his time just for me. “You’re really here to help me?” I lamely questioned.
He smiled hesitantly. “If you’ll let me.”
This time when my heart started beating wildly an ache burned its way below my waist. “Oh…wow,” I finally mustered.
“Is that a yes? I mean, I know you’re not one who likes to ask for help.”
With a laugh, I replied, “You’re right about my stubbornness. But in your case, I think I’ll make an exception.”
“I’m glad to hear it.” As he rubbed his hands together, Noah asked, “Where should I start?”
“How about with the desks?”
Nodding, Noah replied, “Just hit me up with a drill and point me in the right direction.”
I waved him to follow me to the room that I would be using as a classroom. Boxes upon boxes littered the space. At the expression on Noah’s face, I teasingly asked, “Are you still down to help?”
“Yep. I’m a man of my word.”
“Then have at it.”
While Noah got busy on the desks, I went across the hall to work on putting together music stands. Just as I reached for a box, I jumped at the sound of music. Glancing across the hall, I saw where Noah had set up his phone. At the moment, gangster rap filled the air between us. It gave me the push I needed to start making some serious headway.
When I finished with all the music stands, I stood back to admire my work. It was then I realized I wasn’t alone. I’d been so in the zone I’d forgotten that Noah was just a few feet away. I eased across the hall to see how he was coming along.
At the sight of him shirtless, I gasped. Somehow through the pulsing bass of the rap music, Noah heard me because he spun around. He glanced from me down to his naked chest. “Uh, sorry, I got really hot.”
For a moment, all I could do was stare at his chest. My mind reeled with a flashback of the feel of my hands on his skin, my nipples rubbing against the sparse spattering of his chest hair, my tongue encircling his nipples and the sound of his moan.
“Gaby?”
I snapped back into reality. “I’m sorry. What?”
