“God, you’re a waste of space!” He spits and kicks the table so hard that the edge just about hits me in my knees, making me gasp.
But it doesn’t.
Not because it didn’t reach me.
But because someone intercepted it.
Heintercepted it.
I don’t know how he’s here or even why.
But I’ve never been this happy and embarrassed, simultaneously, to see someone.
“Who thefuckdo you think you are, asshole?” Noah growls, his tone has anticipation curling up my spine.
Sean scoffs. “Me? Who areyou?”
My eyes pop out at his ludicrous question. He’s one of the best NHL goalies out there. A snicker slips out of my mouth.
Sean turns beet red, and his eyes cut to me. “What’s so funny, bitch?”
Before I even have the time to react to his awfulwords, Noah hauls him by the collar of his shirt and knees him in the balls. Sean’s face scrunches in agony, so does mine.
“Let’s skip the introductions, shall we?” Noah speaks low enough for only us to hear, and the hair on my arm rises. He doesn’t care that the staff and guards are trying to pull them apart. Neither does he care that every single set of eyes is trained on him. His hawk-like eyes are trained on him and only him.
Sean grunts in pain at how tightly Noah is holding him.
“You should’ve thanked your lucky stars that she even agreed to a date with you. Because a woman like her is really fucking hard to find. And if you can’t see her real value, then I fucking pity you.”
Every word out of Noah’s mouth is surreal. I can’t take my eyes off him. And I know…I know that I shouldn’t find any of this even remotely hot.
But God, I can’t help that Ido.
Even in a plain tee and faded jeans, he’s far more attractive than any man in this room. Though that backward cap does absolutely nothing for me. Not even a thing. It doesn’t evenadd to his ruggedly handsome aura. Not even a little bit.
Oh, cheese cake on a bag of crackers! Who am I kidding!?
It absolutely does!
Noah Miller, my brother’s best friend and teammate, is undeniably the hottest man I’ve ever seen.
And so out of my league, it’s laughable.
His words bring me out of the lustful haze I’d been dipping my entire body in. “I pity you,” he repeats, “but not enough to not fucking give you a shiner.” With that, Noah sends him sprawling on the shiny wooden floor with a punch to his guts.
My eyes practically bulge out as I cover my mouth with my hands, another gasp falling free.
The chatter in the restaurant grows louder, and I know that it’s time for us to leave.
Sean cries out in pain from where he’s lying, making me direct my attention from an enraged Noah to him.
Noah stalks forward and leans dangerously close to him. “Talk about Andie like that ever again, and I’ll skin you alive. No woman is your fucking servant.”
His words shouldn’t be arousing, but I can’t help but rub my thighs together. God! Having him defend me is a turn on I didn’t realize I’d have.
But then I soon realize why he’s defending me, and that single realization douses every other feeling.
All he sees when he looks at me is his best friend’s little sister—Ezra’s little sister. And with the seven-year age gap, it wouldn’t be a surprise if he saw me as his, too.