All Chapters of Dollar Signs: Do You Only See My Money?: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Eden's POV:I've made this meal more times than I can count but I've never felt so nervous. We're actually sitting at the table unlike every other time Noah has eaten in my apartment. Usually we eat as we work but not tonight. It's strange and there's a weird atmosphere between us. This feels far more like a date than two colleagues working late together.Searching for something to say, I try to draw the conversation to safe territory but Noah is having none of it. When I ask his opinion on some of the data we've been working through, he tells me not to even think about it. It's frustrating and out of character. He's supposed to be a workaholic and yet here he is throwing it all aside and for what... to have dinner with me?"This is delicious," he says enthusiastically."It really is the only thing I can cook," I say, not exaggerating."Well, you could just eat this every day."Looking up at him from my plate, I notice that his eyes are teasing. He's enjoying this."I think I'd get a l

Eden's POV:I should pull away. I should tell him that I'm fine and not to worry about me. Now is the perfect opportunity to tell him who I am. Any of those things would be reasonable responses to his embrace.But I choose to stand still, grabbing the sides of his shirt with my fists so that I can cling to him. The one thing I probably shouldn't do. Not if I want to keep my sanity and whatever professionalism I have left.My heart is racing and I don't know if it's from being upset about my grandma or because he's hugging me. He smells amazing and he feels even better; warm and strong, he makes me feel surprisingly safe. This small gesture goes a long way to calm my nervous energy.If he wasn't here, I'd be rushing out the door to go to my grandma's. No matter how late it is, I'd barge in there and demand to know everything. But I'm not sure it would do me any favours. Grandma doesn't like ambushes. There's no way I'd get the information I need out of her. If anything I'd just make fin

Eden's POV:I'm practically giddy with excitement when I get to work this morning. I've barely slept, unable to clear my head of thoughts of Noah or more precisely kissing Noah. If I'd realised he was that good a kisser, I'd have kissed him sooner. Possibly.Alright, I probably wouldn't have. Especially because he can be a right jerk sometimes but I'd definitely have imagined it sooner.Thoughts of kissing Noah had even managed to keep me from ringing my grandma to demand answers about the company's finances. If distracting me had been Noah's goal when he kissed me, he did one hell of a fine job.The problem is that now I have to act like it didn't happen. I have no idea what Noah is thinking... I don't know if he wants to date or if it was a mistake. Just the heat of the moment or something. But really none of that matters.What actually matters is that this building is our workplace and I'm going to do my best to maintain a perfect level of professionalism. I will not let on that an

Noah's POV:It doesn't matter how much I try to understand. I just can't wrap my head around why this matters so much to her. I wanted one night without all this between us, just one night where it would be just me and her. No work. No one else. No distractions.Earlier when she refused to go out for dinner with me, I'd tried to convince her. My motivation wasn't completely selfish either. She's been putting so much energy into all of this work stuff and it has clearly taken an emotional toll on her. I'd wanted to give her just one night without all this hellish overtime.I know she takes her job seriously but this is beyond any semblance of normal levels of workaholicism.She's not looked up from her work once in the last thirty minutes. I know because I've been watching her. It's getting late and usually she'd be telling me round about now that she's starving and we'd be ordering in takeout. But apparently not tonight.Her behaviour makes little sense to me. I know why I'm invested i

Noah's POV:Last night I'd called Eden as soon as I arrived home. It had been hard to leave her apartment and so I'd rushed to pull out my phone as soon as my front door closed behind me, fearing that she might have already gone to bed. It had been late after all.She'd answered though and we'd spent the best part of two hours talking about absolutely nothing.This morning though, I'm absolutely exhausted. Before heading up to the office, I pop across the street to pick up my regular order of coffee. I've already spoken to Eden by text this morning and I'm in a great mood. I drop a quick reply to her last message. I'm disappointed when I don't immediately see the three little dots that tell me she's typing out her reply.I pay for the coffees and exit the cafe, preparing to cross the street. Waiting at the pedestrian crossing, I smile when my eyes land on Eden. She's standing outside the company and I automatically lift my hand to wave to her but pull it back when I see that she's