Confessions of a Twenty-Something City Girl

Flying High

"Have you made a decision yet?" Noah asks, his voice low and intimate as we walk down the corridor. His presence, so close, sends a rush through my senses that I try to conceal.

"If I'm flying with you on a private jet to San Fran or slumming it in economy on a commercial plane?" I giggle.

Noah shoots me an unsatisfied sexy smirk, "Has your lawyer gotten back to you?"

"He's reviewing it," I answer, my nerves starting to show despite my attempt to remain composed.

"Good," he nods, and we continue walking. "My assistant has arranged a clothing service for you. When we get into the limo, you can choose what clothes you'd like waiting for you at the hotel in San Francisco. The same goes for makeup and toiletries."

I raise my eyebrows, impressed. "Dang, Mr. Westbrook, Big ballin' status. I approve."

He chuckles softly, his serious demeanor briefly softening. "You're something else, Miss Hart."

"I do what I can," I flirtatiously reply, feeling a rush of warmth at his compliment.

"Let's grab your things, and then we'll head downstairs. The car is waiting."

We pass the remnants of our earlier celebration: half-eaten cake and scattered champagne flutes. I grab my bag and laptop, then join Noah near the front of the office. As we leave, Elijah, the receptionist, gives me a flirty glance motioning toward Noah. I blush and follow Noah into the elevator, standing close beside him as the doors close.

"This is torturous, Kingston," he murmurs softly, his gaze fixed on the elevator doors.

"I know," I reply, matching his posture, staring ahead. "But if you're serious about this agreement, I have to get approval from my lawyer."

"I understand. But you're driving me crazy, in the best way possible. I can't wait until you're all mine," he confesses earnestly, and I feel a rush of warmth flood my body.

The doors suddenly open with a loud DING, snapping us back to reality. Noah gestures for me to exit first as we step into the lobby and spot an elegant limousine waiting outside.

"Good day, you two," Huggy greets us with an electric smile, clearly in on our secret.

Inside the limousine, I'm surprised to find other passengers. A few suits, likely colleagues from Noah's office, and Jessica, Noah's sharp-eyed assistant, occupy one side.

"Hi," I greet them awkwardly, met with polite hellos and a chilly glance from Jessica. With only a two-seater section available, I settle in, feeling a bit cramped.

As I take out my laptop to start on edits for Conrad, my phone vibrates. It's a text from Noah.

I didn't realize they were joining us. I'll make it up to you if you let me. ;)

My cheeks heat up, a light shade of rose spreading across them. I set my phone down, refocusing on my laptop, but I can sense Noah's amused presence beside me.

During our drive to Van Nuys Airport, Noah engages in lively business discussions with the others, and directs Jessica to email me the link for selecting clothing, makeup, and toiletries.

Jessica sends a straightforward email, and I click on the link to find a stunning array of women's power suits and night out dresses. My breath catches at a satin cream two-piece suit, wondering how I could possibly accept such a lavish gesture. Just then, another text from Noah appears on my screen.

Please accept this gift. You're doing the company a huge favor by being present at tomorrow's shoot with Russ. Consider it a bonus from Sports Digest to you. Also, that color will look exquisite on you.