Falling for Mr. Wrong(18)

She glanced at the chair he’d already parked himself on. “Looks as if that’s a moot point.”

“Yeah, well, I’m hoping you don’t call the bouncer to evict me.” He glanced around. “Although this place is too high end to have a bouncer.” He tapped the bar to motion to the bartender, then turned to Harper. “So tell me. What’s a nice girl like you doing in a place like this?”

“And you thought nightcap was cliché?” She took a slip of her cosmo. “If you must know, I’m meeting Danny here for drinks.”

“Danny, eh? I knew a guy once in kindergarten named Danny. He ate flies.”

She pursed her lips in a pout. “Ha. Ha. So funny I forgot to laugh.”

“You sure you want to meet up with this guy? It could be the very same fly-eating marauder from my childhood days.”

She tipped her head down and threw him a look. “You’re forgetting that you and I were in kindergarten together, Noah. That was Danny Finkelstein. He’s a professional chef now.”

Noah clapped at the irony. “That’s wonderful,” he said. “His discerning palate was evident at an early age.”

He glanced over at the entryway as he saw the door opening. Dammit. Mr. Wonderful, Nightcap Danny, was heading their way, but then he diverted toward the restrooms.

“Hey, listen, uh, Harper. I was hoping you’d share your number with me. Maybe sometime we could get together and talk.”

She lifted her brow. “I think we’re all talked out, don’t you?”

He shook his head. “Oh baby, you haven’t yet seen the type of conversation I’m capable of.”

“Really? Noah? Can’t we let it all go?”

“You mean what happened between us last week didn’t affect you the same way it affected me?” And boy had it affected him. He’d had to rub one out twice a day since then.

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

“You don’t want to talk about it? Or you don’t want to talk?”

She pursed her lips. “Neither.”

“Aha!” he said, punctuating the air with his pointer finger. “So that means it did affect you. Can I be honest with you?”

“Something tells me you’re going to be one way or another.”

“I’m getting hard thinking about it. You?”

“Uh, no, I can assure you I’m not getting hard.”

“But are you getting wet? Have you touched yourself while replaying it in your head? I bet you have.”

“You do realize that you dumped me, like an eternity ago, right? And that under the circumstances, your line of questioning seems rather impertinent.”

“If I thought for a second you weren’t as hot for me as I am for you I’d let this drop, Harps. But I could tell by the pulse in your throat, the pace of your breath, the moan as you came. You know as well as I do that we’ve got unfinished business. Why don’t we stop wasting time, dispense with the formalities, and get to it already?”

“Harper!” Noah turned to see McDickhead standing there, looking coifed and impeccably stylish.

He nodded at Noah. “Uber driver guy?”

“One and the same,” Harper said. “He was just talking about something. Was it hardball?”

The guy squinted at her trying to get in on the conversation. Conveniently Spencer arrived right in time.

“Ah, Spencer, I want you to meet—” He pointed toward Harper’s date.

“Danny,” the prick said, extending his hand.

The two exchanged pleasantries while Noah leaned over and whispered into Harper’s ear. “Hardball, eh? In fact I was about to tell you how hard I am right now being next to you. And unfortunately you’re leaving me with a bad case of blue balls. Because all I want is to bury my hard cock inside of you again.”

Harper was midswig when she heard that line and choked as the drink went down.

“Yes, right,” she said with a surprisingly straight face. “I’ll keep that under advisement for sure.”

He extended his hand to shake hers. “Harper. Great to see you again.” He dragged his thumb along her palm suggestively before pulling his hand away and nodding toward her date. “Danny. Take good care of the lady.”

He smiled a far too toothsome grin. “I have every intention of doing so.”

Noah tried hard to suppress the growl that was fighting to escape his throat. He’d have to make sure ole Danny boy didn’t take too good care of Harper.





Chapter Fourteen


Harper and that douchebag had gone off to the restaurant side of the bar, so Noah couldn’t even spy on them. He couldn’t get his mind off her and what she might do with that loser the whole time he was catching up with Spencer. Which he felt badly about—Spencer was a nice guy.

“This is the chick you dated real seriously way back when?”

“Yeah, we did. But things became complicated.”

“Too bad for you. She’s a hot piece of ass. I’d do her.”

Dagger to the heart. Even nice guys were after Harper. Shit. This was not good. He leaves her to fend for herself in the world, and now the entire male species is getting in line to fuck her?

“Uh, if you’ll excuse me for a minute.” Noah needed to splash some water on his face. This night was going from bad to super bad. All he wanted was to go home. With Harper. For a command performance. Preferably minus the drama.