He starts showing her the balcony, then goes into the bedroom, causing me to chase after him as he begins to show her around my guest quarters.
I scowl at him when he homes in on the gun on the nightstand. “She pulled that on Laz last night. Funniest shit I’ve seen in a while.” Then he skips off to the bathroom and growls in delight. “God, Aurora’s aroma is like heaven. We’re scent matches, by the way. Not sure if she told you that.”
“She didn’t,” Luna grumbles.
“Probably because of rule number one.”
“Rule number one?” she echoes.
Noah grunts. “Yeah, Laz has a thing for rules. Mafia shit and all that.” He finally looks at me. “She knows about your past, I assume?”
“Well, if she didn’t, she does now,” I deadpan.
“You said she’s your best friend, little bee. Best friends know everything.”
“That they do,” Luna interjects. “So tell me what your intentions are with my best friend.”
I feel like burying myself beneath a mound of pillows and never resurfacing again.
“You want all the details of how I plan to knot her?” he asks.
“No!” I shout at the same time Luna does. “Oh my God, give me my phone.” I march toward him with my hand held out, but Luna is already talking.
“I want to know if you’re going to hurt my friend.”
“Only if she asks me to,” he replies.
“What does that even mean?” Luna demands.
“Well, we’ll discuss limits, like knot warm?—”
I yank my phone out of his hand, cutting him off. “Stop.”
He frowns at me. “I’m trying to impress your friend.”
“You’re doing a horrible job of it,” I inform him.
“Well, actually, I’m not sure…” Luna says slowly, causing me to gape down at the screen. “He seems… interesting.”
Sure. That’s one adjective for Noah Dragon.
“I’m protective, possessive, madly in love, and will literally die for Aurora, dear bestie,” he sing-songs. “She’s safe here. Scout’s honor.”
“Were you even a Scout?” I ask him.
He snorts. “Fuck no. But I didn’t think you would like me sayingassassin’s honor, since, you know…” He shrugs. “A lot of people assume assassins don’t have honor at all. However, we do. A lot of it. And I will absolutely honor you.” His gaze dances over me. “Ineveryway you allow.”
My eyes widen, the innuendo not lost on me.
“Yeah, I like him,” Luna murmurs, causing Noah to beam and fist-pump in the air.
“His ego didn’t need that stroke,” I mutter back at her.
“I can tell you what does need to be stroked, though,” he says without missing a beat, his auburn-colored eyebrows waggling at me.
“Ugh. I really need to get off the phone.” The words are for Luna.
Not that Noah seems to care.
