She took the tablet back and started making notes while I walked toward the mirror near the far wall. The showroom stayed active around us, assistants moving garments, stylists talking quietly near the back table, music low enough not to interrupt concentration.
Normal movement.
Normal afternoon.
It should’ve grounded me more than it did.
Because now there was something else sitting under my skin.
Not just Noah.
The fact that other people were starting to notice him wanting me.
That should not have bothered me the way it did.
And yet the model’s expression stayed in my head long after she looked away. I had seen that kind of look before. Women who wanted attention from a man and didn’t appreciate realizing it was already fixed somewhere else.
Normally I would’ve dismissed it immed
