He doesn’t say anything wrong.But he makes it soundoffwhen he says that.
“Well, it’s a little more complicated than that.”
“Seriously though,” he says with a smirk, leaning closer, “I bet you give a great massage.”
My stomach drops.
“You know, I’ve got this lower lumbar thing going on,” he continues, tapping his back.“Maybe you could give me a rubdown.”
Okay.Wow.
He’s definitely had more than one drink.
“Oh boy,” I mutter.“Yeah, um, no thanks, Thomas,” I say firmly.“Excuse me.”
I try to step past him.
But he grabs my wrist.
“Hey, come on now,” he says.“It’s a fair offer.I’ll even pay your rate.”
His fingers tighten.
I pull back, heart suddenly hammering.
“What’s a girl like you charge, anyway?”
“Let go of me.”
“What?Don’t be like that?—”
And then—he disappears.
Or rather, a wall steps between us.
A very large.
Very familiar.
Very human wall.
“Get your hands off the lady, bucko,” a deep voice growls.“Or I’ll bloody fucking remove them.”
Oh shit.
It’s Noah.
He’s defending me and oh my fuck, I think I just ruined my panties.
Chapter5
Noah
I’m halfan hour late getting to the party because my Da rang me, and I couldn’t exactly tell the old man to piss off.
He wanted to talk about the match.
About scrums.
