Page 27 of The King Contract
“What? It’s a fair question.” He takes a sip of his beer. “Sometimes you just need an orgasm.”
I slam my empty glass on a table and turn to him, flexing my fingers. “You can’t ask me things like that.”
Noah’s lip quirks, a twinkle in his green eyes. “I didn’t realise you were a prude. It seems a bit stereotypical to think the smart, nerdy, prude girl from high school grew into a smarter, nerdier,prudierwoman.”
“Prudier isn’t a word,” I snap.
Noah leans against the wall, folding his arms. “My point exactly.”
“What exactly is your point?”
“That you got smarter,” he explains, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.
I jut my chin towards him. “Yes, I did get smarter. But I’m not a prude.”
Noah scoffs. “Okay, sure.”
“I’m not. I just don’t enjoy discussing my sex life with some guy from high school. I barely know you.”
Noah tilts his head, surveying me. “Well, we’re getting to know each other now. When did you last get laid?”
I turn to walk away, but Noah grabs my wrist and pulls me into his body. “I’m calling a timeout!” I cry, tearing my wrist from his grasp. “Let me be clear, King. I might have agreed to this, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to smile sweetly and put up with you when you’re pissing me off. When you piss me off, whether in front of your friends, or in public, I’m not going to pretend everything’s fine to make you look good.”
Noah’s eyebrows are still up at his hairline as I spin away from him and stalk across the large open living space towards the balcony.
I was right. I’m never going to survive this.
10
NOAH
Maelstrom
“You’ve gotyour work cut out for you with that one,” Callum says as he sidles up to me. “She’s feisty.”
I watch Millie march across the room to her cousin, her shoulders rolled back in defiance. She says nothing to Ellis, but she tosses a glare at me over her shoulder.
“She’s like a quiet little hurricane,” I murmur. “You sense something’s coming, but it’s too late when you do because she’s destroyed everything.”
“What’s she destroying?” Callum asks.
“My patience.”
Callum chortles. “I like the fact you’re seeing someone who’s not going to put up with your shit. It’s what you need.”
Yes. Ineedher. Millie is what I need. A woman who has a motive to stay with me and who won’t put up with my shit.
I sigh. “She had every right to get pissed at me. I was a dick.”
“And she’s getting you to admit when you’re wrong?” Callum slaps me on the shoulder. “That’s some powerful hurricane.”
“Who’s a hurricane?” Mack asks as he and Dan join us.
“Millie’s a force to be reckoned with,” Callum informs him. “Millie the Hurricane.”
“Maelstrom,” Dan grunts.
The three of us turn to look at him.
