Page 62 of Resisting You
I turned to face him and his eyes softened as we leaned there in each other’s arms.
For the first time, this feltreal.
I felt like a bride.
It felt like he was my groom.
I skimmed my thumb over his lips, memorizing every line of his beautiful face. “Come on, Casanova,” I whispered. “Help me get out of this and into my real clothes.”
A full five minutes later, I was dressed, coming out of the dressing room to find Noah up front near the register chatting with Samantha. Thankfully, the dress was nowhere in sight.
“Are you ready for lunch?”
On cue, my stomach growled. “Soready.” Noah glided his arms around my waist tugging me into his side. With a final wave at Samantha, I said, “I’ll see you in a bit.” Because unfortunately, we were far from done.
Even though we were only going a few doors down to the little Italian restaurant, we barely made it four steps out the front door before a shrill voice stopped us both in our tracks.
“Noah!” I turned slowly to face one of the most stunning women I’d ever seen.
She was so glamorously beautiful and so familiar looking that I was literally speechless standing there staring at her. Her full bottom lip jutted out in an exaggerated pout. “Tell me it isn’t true!”
Despite his arm being around me, she launched herself at Noah, hugging him.
“Morgan, what are you doing here?” Noah asked, pushing her off of him.
“Morgan?” I repeated, recognizing the name. The pieces started clicking together. That’s where I knew her from. She was in Noah’s show with him. “As in your costar?”
He’s a chronic showmancer,his family’s words from game night rang in my brain as I stared back at the stunning actress in front of me.
He gave me a short nod but before he could answer me himself, Morgan turned her snake-like green eyes to me. With an arched brow, she said, “As in hisex.”
Chapter 22
Noah
At lunch, I glared at Kristen across the table who very intensely avoided my stare.
Thankfully, Rosa and I had escaped Morgan quickly before the waiting paparazzi caught a picture of all three of us together. Even still, I could feel the tension radiating off of Rosa, sitting beside me all through lunch.
Francesca smiled warmly at my mother, sitting on the other side of me. "Noah mentioned he has siblings?" she asked, making small talk as we finished the final bites of our lunch.
"That's right," Mom said. "Noah's my baby... well, one of my babies. He has a twin sister who’s a few minutes younger than him."
Francesca chuckled in a way that was simultaneously genuineandpracticed. "Twins? On top of your other children?"
"Noah and Callie made four and five for us," Mom said, pausing to ruffle my hair like I was five years old again. "And then after that? I sent Mike to get a little procedure of his own." With her fingers she made a scissor shape. "Snip, snip."
"Mom!"
Rosa laughed. "I can't say I blame you. Five kids? That's alot."
A few tables down from us, a hostess led the way, seating about a dozen of my friends from New York, colleagues, and fellow actors. Of the group, West was the only one I would consider an actual honest-to-God friend. He gave me a little wave, looking wildly out of place with his beard and full sleeve of tattoos covering his arms amidst the other pretty boy actors on my show
From across the table, Kristen caught my glare once more.
My colleagues chattered loudly as they settled into their table, already immersed in discussion of the latest draft of our script we’d received for next season. I tried to ignore them, focusing on my mom, Victor, Francesca, and Rosa, but their boisterous presence made it difficult.
"Aren't those your friends from your show?" My mom asked.
