"And what kind of ideas do you think I'm getting?"
"The kind all fangirls get when they come face to face with their idol."
Despite my inner feelings, I was going to act professional if it killed me. I cleared my throat, trying to steady my voice.
"Don'tyouget any ideas. I'm here to do a job, not throw myself at some rock star."
"Don't lie." The warmth of his breath caressed my lips. His eyes were dark and glinting.
I took in a shallow breath and forced myself to meet his eyes. Despite the longing between my legs, I wasn't going to fall at his feet like all the other girls.
"I'm here to work, not to play groupie." I placed a hand on his chest, putting some distance between us. The heat coming off his body was incredible. I felt every firm muscle of his chest under my palm. My brain threatened to fog up. I filed the sensations away to examine later.
He let me push him away, slowly backing off. I leaned against the wall, trying to fake a casual pose. In reality, I needed something to keep myself upright on shaky legs. He studied me, a curious look despite the heat of his eyes.
"Fine then," he said. "If you're here to work, meet me at eight tomorrow."
"In the morning?"
"Yes, in the morning," he said impatiently.
"Don't rock stars party all night and sleep until noon?"
"Not when they've got an album deadline, apparently," he muttered. "The room you found me in was on the fourth floor. I'll be there working tomorrow." He gave me one last heated look. "Don't be late."
He strode off, leaving me reeling. Leaving me wanting. The quivering in my stomach wouldn't abate.
Noah was so prickly, but those looks he gave me, the words he spoke to me, only caused the simmering tension between us to rise higher with every encounter. He knew exactly what effect he was having on me. He knew I was lusting after him.
And despite his words to the contrary, I had a feeling Noah Hart didn't mind in the least.
