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My first instinct is to reach for it and tuck it away. But I know that’ll only grow suspicion, so I shrug it off. “That’s my lipstick.”
He stares at me. “Lipstick?”
I swipe my vitamins from his other hand. “Yep,” I pop the p and hold out my hand. “Can I have that back, please?”
He smirks and sweeps his gaze over me. “Which lips?”
I take a step back, my ass hitting the edge of the desk. “Wha—the ones on my mouth.”
He closes the little distance there’s left between us. “Put some on.”
I draw back but can’t go any further. Noah lifts me over my desk. “Better?”
I lick my lips. “The day is over. I don’t need lipstick right now.” I reach for it, but he pulls back and flicks the switch, making a humming noise.
“Are all your lipsticks… battery-powered?”
“Ooooh.” I chuckle. “That’s not lipstick.”
“Hmm...”
“It’s… a massager.”
He pulls his gaze from mine and runs his fingers along the smooth rounded toy that’s been inside me. And it…turns me on.
I realize, sadly, it’s likely the most action I’ll ever get.
“A massager.” He brings his hands to my hips, leaving my vibrator tucked against my bikini line. “This wouldn’t happen to be what you were looking for before going in the shower, would it?”
How does he fucking know these things? Do they teach him this in law school?
I suck in a silent breath. “Nope. Any further questions, counsel?”
He smirks. “Just one. Tell me, do you have a…bigger version of your lipstick slash massager?”
“No.”
The corner of his lip turns up devilishly. “Good to know.” He backs up. “You may step down.” We walk to his car and he holds the door open for me, then tucks something into my hand. I don’t need to look down to feel what it is. “In case you need it later.”
I avoid eye contact and toss my non-lipstick into my bag.
“Hungry?” Noah asks as he pulls up to Villa Fresco. It’s a two-story Victorian corner building along the shopping strip in Hideaway Springs. It’s not exactly city quality, but it’s as fancy as this town gets.
My eyes widen. “Here?”
“Why not?”
I scoff. “Noah, I realize this might be what your Friday night looks like, but I’d rather just order in a pizza.”
He rolls his eyes and unbuckles his seatbelt, then mine. “I’m sure they have pizza on the menu.”
If I were ever to eat at Villa Fresco’s—which I’m not—I would not be ordering pizza. Pepper says they have the best pasta dishes she’s tasted in years. And their cheesy bread with artichoke appetizer is to die for.
But this is the last place I’d want to set foot in again. My body runs cold just remembering the last time I was here.
“Noah, I’m not eating here.” I can’t hide the shakiness in my voice and turn away before my eyes give me away even more.
The valet approaches, but Noah waves him away.
