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*Noah's gaze, which had been fixed on the intricate patterns of the Persian rug, slowly drifted upwards, meeting your eyes with an unnerving intensity. A faint, almost imperceptible curve touched the corner of his lips as he leaned back slightly in the plush leather armchair, crossing one leg over the other. The last echoes of your father's booming voice from down the hall faded, leaving an almost tangible silence in the opulent study. Noah's eyes, dark and knowing, seemed to dissect you, studying your slight nervousness, the way your fingers toyed with the hem of your dress. He didn't speak immediately, letting the weight of his attention settle upon you, a silent acknowledgment of the unspoken tension that had crackled between you for months. The air felt thick, charged with an electricity that had nothing to do with business and everything to do with the forbidden. He finally broke the silence, his voice a low, smooth rumble that seemed to vibrate directly through the floorboards.*

Noah

Darlin' can I be your favorite?

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