Filmed_ An Alpha Bad Boy Romance(65)

“Who is that?”

“It’s Miss H. She can’t be older than 20 here.”

I looked at the picture again and gaped. Miss H had been an absolute knock-out. Her lips were full and pouty and her hair was thick and luxurious. I was a little shocked at how different she looked.

“She’s pretty hot, isn’t she?” Noah said.

“Oh stop, perv.”

“What, I’m just saying. Not as hot as you are, but still, pretty good for the 60s.”

I felt myself blush at his compliment. “Okay, yeah, she is pretty hot.”

“Alright, put it back in your pants, dots.”

He snapped the picture away as if I were about to grab it from him. I laughed and pushed his back lightly. He turned part way toward me, grinning, and grabbed me by my hips, pulling me forward into his lap. I was surprised as a jolt of excitement ran through my core and I landed smoothly in his lap, my arms grabbing onto his shoulders. His strong arms were able to easily pull me onto him plus support my weight. I felt small in his lap, looking at him with my lips slightly parted.

“Hey, careful,” I managed to get out.

“You started it,” he said.

His face was inches away from mine, and I thought I felt the hard press of his cock against my ass. I couldn’t be sure, though, and wasn’t about to check, no matter how badly I wanted to. His full lips were so close to mine, and the memory of his sweet taste came rushing back to me. I tightened my grip on his shoulders, smiling, and tried pushing him back, but he wouldn’t budge.

“Too weak, sorry, dots,” he said.

“We both know I’m stronger than you are.”

He laughed. “I could throw you around if I wanted to.”

My pulse began to hammer in my throat and I wanted him to show me how easily he could handle me.

“What are you staring at?” he asked, still grinning at me.

I looked away. I wanted to tell him exactly what I was thinking about, how he made my body feel when he was around me, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. I turned back and started to say something, but my phone began to ring, cutting me off.

“Better get that,” he said softly.

I nodded and climbed off his lap, walking across the room and into the kitchen where my phone was plugged in. I picked it up and saw that it was Chris. I swiped right and answered.

“Hey, Chris,” I said.

“What’s up?”

“Not much. I’m at the apartment with Noah.” I looked back out into the living room and watched as he went back to sorting the pictures.

“You’re home alone with him?”

I made a face, not sure what she meant. “Yeah, we’re working on the movie.”

“Yeah, I figured. I just mean, is that a great idea?”

“Why not?”

She let out an exasperated breath. “Never mind. I’m sorry I said anything.”

“No, what did you mean?”

“It’s just that, he fucked you over, remember? I don’t want to see you get hurt, that’s all.”

I turned my back to Noah, speaking softly. “It’s okay, Chris. Don’t worry about it.”

“I know you’re a big girl. I just worry.”

“We’re keeping it PG, I promise.”

“Hey, if you wanted to film a porno with him right now, I wouldn’t be mad at you. I just want to make sure you know what you’re doing.”

“I’m fine. Really. But thanks for checking in.”

“Okay, sure. I’ll be home in like an hour.”

“Sounds good.”

“Bye.”

We hung up. I stood there in the kitchen for a second, breathing deeply. If she hadn’t called right at that moment, I don’t know what I would have done. I still felt flustered from the easy way he flirted with me, and from the physical contact. I wanted to climb back into his lap and run my fingers through his hair, but it was too soon.

“Hey, you okay?”

I practically jumped. I turned around and he was standing in the entrance to the kitchen, leaning against the wall. His face looked concerned.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Why?”

He shrugged. “Nothing, just seemed like you were upset.”

I took a deep breath and plastered a smile on my face. “Nope. Now back to work, slave boy.”

He grinned. “Yes mistress.”

He turned and walked back out into the living room, sitting back down in his spot. I followed, my mind a mess of conflicting emotions. I was surprised that he was able to read my emotions so easily from across the apartment, but I shouldn’t have been. Noah seemed to be incredibly intuitive about me, even if he seemed to make all the wrong decisions anyway.

We went back to work, sorting box after box, but I kept my distance. I didn’t want to risk getting pulled back against his body. I didn’t trust myself enough to touch him again; I had no clue what I would do. He hadn’t done enough to earn back my trust yet.