VAIN: Part One(5)

"What?" The question is more of a masked giggle than an actual query. The way she pulls her hand to her mouth to quiet the chuckling brings a massive smile to my face. Sadie's adorable and she's even more so when she's having fun.
I run my hands across my brow and push my hair back over my shoulders before I dive into the subject at hand. "He was naked when I got there."
"Noah Foster was naked?" The words bubble out from behind her fingers, veiling the overt giddiness in them.
I bite my bottom lip to curtail my own amusement. "He thought I was a hooker."
"A hooker?" There's no tempering her tone now. The question flies out of her with full throttle.
"Sadie." I reach across the table to grab her hand. "Don’t scream it."
She leans forward before speaking. "I can't help it. You just said you saw Noah Foster naked and he thought you were a prostitute."
I nod. "One showed up while I was there."
She shakes her head from side-to-side as if she's trying to clear out a wedge of something that's lodged in her ears. "Did you just say a prostitute was there too?"
"Briefly." I whip my hand through the air as if I'm swatting away a fly, or in this case, the memory of Noah's almost companion for the night. "She left right after he paid her."
"Did you watch them having sex?"
I almost have to close my mouth manually after that question. I can literally feel my jaw drop open. "Sadie," I say as I swallow the lump in my throat. "What? Why would you ask that?"
"Alexa," she whispers in a very high tone. "You said you saw him naked and he paid a prostitute while you were there." The way her eyebrows are dancing around is unsettling. It's as though she thinks she's got a clear view of what went on in Noah's apartment. I was there and I'm still not clear on what happened.
"He didn't sleep with the hooker." I'm hoping the relief I feel when I say that isn't transparent within my tone. Why do I care who he sleeps with? I had a brief, very enticing, encounter with the seemingly famous Noah Foster. It's over now.
"So nothing happened?" she asks, disappointment edging the question.
"He said he's been looking for someone like me for his next project." It's all I've thought about since I raced home from his place and made myself come in the shower. I can't stop thinking about him. I want to be his next project. At this point in time I'm game for just about anything as long as it doesn't involve a threesome with me and one of his call girl friends. I want that man all to myself.
Sadie freezes before she opens her mouth to speak. "Noah Foster wants you to be his next project? Do you know what that means?"
I don't. I can't think about it because if I do, I'm going to ride that elevator back to his penthouse and agree to whatever he wants. "What does it mean?" I ask, already knowing full well the answer.
"He wants to photograph you, Alexa." Her tone is way too excited. "Noah Foster wants you."

Chapter 4

"This isn't funny." I push past him into the now familiar foyer of his penthouse. "Did you actually think it was funny to call the restaurant and ask for me to deliver your sandwich? I have plans."
"I tip very well." Noah reaches to pull the paper bag emblazoned with Axel Boston's logo from my grasp. "I don't like sandwiches."
I can't help but chuckle at the confession. "Why did you order one then?"
"Now or then?"
"You know you talk in riddles, right?" I turn to look at him and soak in how amazing he looks half dressed. His chiseled torso is still on full, and very welcomed, display but now he's wearing faded jeans.
"Are you asking why I ordered a sandwich tonight or two nights ago when you first showed up?" His brow pops up slightly as the words float across his lips.
"Either," I reply, unsure whether I can actually physically pull my gaze from his mouth.
"I like Bernie." It's a clear and very concise statement. That's not to say it doesn’t surprise me.
"You like the delivery man?" I don't want to sound as judgmental as I do.
He stares down at his hand, picking at the nail on his index finger. "He's a good soul."
"He'll be back at work tomorrow so you two can catch up then," I offer before reaching back to grab the handle of the door. "I need to take off."
"You have plans you said?"
It's a question that catches me off guard. It's becoming increasingly apparent that in Noah Foster's world all he has to do is ask for something and it magically appears. When Sadie texted me to tell me that he wanted me to personally deliver his sandwich I froze. Her insistence that I give in and help with his next project was a waste of her breath. I can't. I won't. After researching him more, and discovering the careless way he uses women, I know that I don't belong in his world.