My Brothers Best Friend [18+]

Chapter Seven

Maybe I'm bad in other ways. 

What in God's name does he mean by that? 

He doesn't let me dwell on it as we stand side by side in the elevator. Instead, he quickly asks about my day, as if he'd realised that what he said sounded flirty. We certainly couldn't be having that.  

"Tomorrow sounds like another big work day?" 

I can't think straight. How are you bad in other ways? 

He certainly isn't bad looking. Doesn't have a bad personality - he couldn't possibly be the type of bad boy you'd read about in a dark romance novel. If anything, he's been nothing but overly sweet since I moved in with them. 

Always driving me around. Always smiling. Always giving me something to look at. 

The doors ping open, the bitter cold air hitting my arms and making my hairs stand up straight to attention. I wrap my arms around myself and begin following him towards the glass door. 

"We have to give our presentations for the Christmas campaign," I explain, staring at the way his tank top ripples in the wind as we step into the street. 

His car isn't in front of us, as I'd expected. 

There's a small pang deep in my chest. Which is completely and utterly ridiculous, because Noah himself is stood right next to me so it's not like his car is going to be far behind us. 

"That's exciting, right?" He muses. He follows my eyes to the empty space in front of my office building, adding, "I've been here fifteen minutes at least, I can't leave my car there. I've parked up the street. Come on." 

"It's nerve-wracking," I admit, as we begin walking towards my usual coffee shop. I feel the breeze nipping at me, pulling goosebumps up from my skin. I squeeze my arms tighter around my body to try and fight it off. "I took the lead on the TV advert and honestly I feel a bit out of my depth." 

He tilts his head to look at me and the breath is knocked out of my lungs again. 

How are you bad in other ways? 

Stop looking so painfully chiseled. Gorgeous. Out of my league. 

As if the devil himself had sent Noah up to make my life a personal hell, he looks at me with concern written all over his face and pulls me into the side of his body. 

"You didn't bring a jacket to work?" 

His arm wraps around my shoulders, his hand running up and down my goosebump ridden arms. His touch feels boiling hot on my cold skin and I don't know whether it's because he's still warm from the gym or his touch just happens to turn me on so much it's started burning me. 

"That work guy was right, though," he says, still rubbing my arms. "You'll be fine. I have great faith in your advert skills." 

It's sweet, just as everything about him is. But he has no idea if I have great advert skills - really, we've known each other less than a week, and I could be absolutely terrible at my job. It's still a comforting thought to have his faith in me though. 

"I just don't want to screw it up. Zach's been really great in giving me this opportunity, I wouldn't want to let him down." 

"Work guy?" There's distaste on his face, presumably because of Zach's reaction to him at the office. 

I shiver, letting his side press harder against my own. 

"Uh huh," I mumble. "Sorry about him. Everybody isn't used to me having friends outside of the office."