Noa had entirely tuned Nic out by the time they had reached the 'Final Check-Ins' section of the board. It wasn't like it was information she hadn't heard dozens of times already, but she couldn't exactly focus on anything but being in Paige's arms. She was still sat sprawled over the woman's lap, her big basketball-playing hands under her thigh and back.
Dressed in a black leather tube top and low-waisted jeans, she had Paige's hand pressed bare against her back. Perhaps she was imagining it, but she swore she could feel the older's fingers slyly creeping under the bottom hem of her top.
"So, that about sums it up. Any questions?"
Paige shook her head, but upon the lingering silence surrounding them, she glanced from Nic to Noa. The brunette was staring at her already, her eyes droopy and wanting. The blonde chuckled, turning back to shoot Nic a wave of her hand. "We're good. I think Noa's a little tired from all the running around she's been doing to prepare for this premiere. Is there a bathroom we can freshen up in before we go?"
"Yes, it's down the hall, ladies." Nic gestured towards the door next to the couch. "Before you leave, Noa, I need to brief you on your instagram pre and post premiere so she can be prepared."
The singer nodded sheepishly. "Uhuh, yeah."
Paige carefully set the woman down on her feet. They both got up, with the blonde placing a hand on the small of her back, ushering her towards the door.
It wasn't long before Noa had subconsciously led the blonde to the bathroom. She didn't need instruction, she had been in that office thousands of times before. She knew the building's ins and outs better than anyone, as she had been recording since she was fourteen. Fame took a while, but she was grateful the label was as loyal to her as she was to them.
