Chapter Eighty-Two

Noah’s POV

Being able to conceal your emotions and reaction to situations was a skill I was fortunate enough to have built all over the years. It has helped in a lot of situations, like a shield against people readers who always want to feel they have someone figured out.

It helped in the situation; Eliana had no idea how much I really wanted to flip her over the table. My pants were getting uncomfortable just by taking in her appearance.

The blue shade of her dress really complemented her flawless skin and the jewelry ensemble left her looking like royalty.

And her legs, damn. Her legs in that dress could conquer an army of strong men.

Place her on the table and part her thighs, then eat her like I was having my last meal.

She had the sexual appeal of that of a succubus, and her eyes weren’t helping matters. In them I could see her desire floating around. I knew in her pretty head she wouldn’t object if I laid her on the table.

I hope I would be able to finish this date without