Hate to Love You (Strong Brothers 4)

One part of me was incensed that he would look at me like he wanted to rip that towel off and lick every inch of my body. The other part of me wished that he would.

"I'm glad you made it back because it looks like there's a lot of unrest downstairs." I nodded toward the window where I could see all the people gathering and shouting.

For a minute, I thought he was going to ignore me, like he often did, and go to his room. At least he wasn’t yelling at me, I thought.

Instead, he walked over to the window and looked out.

"I know all about it. I just had to weave my way through it." He looked down at the table where my phone had been set and saw Marcus’s business card.

"Did you see him?" he asked gruffly, picking up the card and holding it in front of me like I was a child getting in trouble.

My hackles went up because Noah had no right to talk to me like that. "So what if I did?”

His gaze took another thorough inventory of my body that made me shiver. When his gaze returned to mine, his eyes were dark and fierce. "Did you bring him back here? Did you just wash him off your body?"

I was shocked by the venom in his voice. Noah and I rarely ever spoke together without there being some sort of snark, but this felt different. It was even worse than when he’d called me unprofessional.

"No. Not that it's any of your business." I cocked my hip, putting my hands on my waist, praying that the towel wouldn’t come undone. "If I didn't know any better, Noah, I’d think you were jealous," I said, trying to get us back to our usual banter.

He stepped closer to me and ran a finger along my collarbone making my insides shutter and my pussy come to life.

"What if I am?" he asked, throwing me off my game.

I swallowed hard working to find my voice. "I don't believe you. You’ve made it perfectly clear that you have no interest in all this." I said motioning with my hand over my body.

His hand snaked around my back and he pulled me flush against him. Even through the thick plush towel, I could feel that he was hard as a rock and I gasped.

"Once again, Andi, you're wrong."

Noah always liked to have the last word, and this time he ensured it by fusing his lips to mine. My world whirled away, and though I knew I was going to be so angry at myself tomorrow, I was helpless to resist him. I gripped the towel and yanked, giving him full access to me.

1

Noah

I sequestered myself away in my grandmother's office at Strong Incorporated. It was always risky to go into the company building because invariably my brothers or my grandmother's henchwoman, Andi, would start to hassle me for not coming on board with the company as a Chief Technical Officer. But my grandmother's computer was the safest and most robust place for me to work on my secret project. It was my labor of love and the main reason why I wa

sn't joining the family business.

Since my grandmother was preparing to retire, and didn't come into her office is much as possible, this was the best place for me to come and do my work. Thanks to me, her computer allowed me access to everything I needed, and also provided the enhanced security to keep my project safe.

I loved computers, coding, and program development, except in those moments when something wasn't going right, like right now. I peered at the code on the page which to anyone else would likely look like gobbledygook, but to me it was a language. Right now, somewhere in this language, we were miscommunicating.

The door opened and immediately the air in the room changed, charged with electricity that made the hair on my forearms stand up. The scent of an exotic flower wafted around me. The other reason I couldn't stay away from my grandmother's office had just walked in.

I prepared myself for the battle we were about to undertake. I had to be a sadist for the way that I always longed for these exchanges with Andi. It was like sword play. We danced around and would strike at each other, and it was the most fun I ever had.

It was often sexually arousing too, not that she would know that. In fact, she wouldn't know any of it. I allowed these fun exchanges for my amusement, but I’d never let on how much it delighted me when her eyes would heat with fire, or the way the pulse at the nape of her neck would speed up, and how her cupid bow lips would fire off some sort of sharp jab.

Instead, she would see someone who was simply poking at her because he was an arrogant jerk. I did that by design because as much as I loved women and fucking them, she was off limits. She had been from the first day I saw her as an intern at my grandmother's office. She was eager and fresh-faced as a senior business student from the local university. She had an energy and a work ethic that was admirable, and she clearly adored my grandmother as much as I and my brothers did. Then there was the thick dark hair with matching intelligent eyes, packaged in a petit, yet curvaceous body. She was absolutely the type of woman I went for, but in this case, I couldn’t have.

While I suspected she was the type of woman that would be an enthusiastic student of bedroom games, the thing that kept me from finding out for sure was the fact that she worked for my grandmother. There were certain rules at Strong Incorporated about not fucking the staff. My three older brothers had ignored that rule, but it was one rule I was going to stick to.

I suppose the difference between me and my brothers was that they loved the women they’d broken the rules for. For me, Andi was 100% full-throttle lust. There was also the added fact that she worked directly for my grandmother, and I knew that would be a bigger problem than what my brothers had done. I respected and revered my grandmother, and although I wouldn't admit it to anybody, I feared her little bit too, as I think everyone did. She was regal and fierce and amazing, and I could see why she hired Andi, because Andi had many of her same characteristics.

So as much as I want to get Andi naked, the best that would ever happen between us was energetic banter.

She stopped short when she saw me, putting her hands on her hips, arching her brow, and pursing her lips. "For somebody who doesn't want to work here, you sure spend a lot of time working here."