Dr. Grant smiles at me and holds out his hand, waiting patiently. Heâs ignoring Gregory entirely, and somehow that just makes him even more sexy. No one ignores Greg. Heâs the heir to an oil empire, and not one person I know ever stands in his way.
Except for Dr. Grant.
âSheâs preoccupied,â Gregory says, and Dr. Grant finally looks at him, his brow raised as though he isnât impressed in the slightest. I canât help but laugh as I slip my hand into his. He pulls me towards him with more force than I expected, and I tumble into his arms.
The way his arms wrap around me makes my heart race, and I instinctively push my body against his, wanting to be even closer to him. Dr. Grantâs eyes meet mine, and my heart skips a beat. That chiseled jaw, those honey brown eyes⦠and those lips. I swallow hard and drag my eyes away before they have a chance to betray the desire I feel.
âWhere does that lead to?â Dr. Grant asks, tipping his head to the staircase behind us.
I grin and turn around, grabbing his hand as I pull him along. âYouâll see.â
My eyes meet Gregoryâs as we walk past him, and for a second I worry that Iâve just put Dr. Grant at risk. Gregory doesnât like to lose, and he doesnât like having anything taken from him. Iâm certain the only reason he wants me back is because I dumped him before he could leave me. Iâm probably the only woman to ever have done that to him, and in doing so, I turned myself into a challenge.
âHey, slow down.â
I pause and look around in surprise. Iâve been lost in my thoughts, not realizing how far into the garden I pulled him.
âIâm sorry, Dr. Grant,â I say, turning to face him.
He smiles at me and shakes his head, his hand lifting to brush aside my hair. âDonât be,â he murmurs. âItâs beautiful here.â Heâs referring to the rose garden, but his eyes are on me. The way heâs looking at me has my heart racing and I look away, unable to hold his gaze.
We walk together, and much to my surprise, he keeps my hand in his, our fingers entwined. His warmth, his touch⦠Iâm enjoying it a little too much. I canât keep my thoughts from drifting, and the small sense of enjoyment I felt is ripped to shreds by the memory of the phone call I overheard.
âIs your girlfriend okay with you walking through a rose garden holding someone elseâs hand?â I ask, my tone harsh. âBecause I wouldnât be.â
Dr. Grant pauses and tightens his grip on my hand. Iâm tempted to yank my hand out of his, but at the same time I want to hold on to him for as long as I can.
He looks startled by my question, and then he smiles. âMy girlfriend? Hmm⦠yeah, I see how that conversation couldâve been interpreted that way.â Dr. Grant smiles at me, and I hate how sexy he looks, standing here in the moonlight. âI was speaking to my sister in that bar I took you to. She moved to Cali a few months ago, and I went to see her last weekend.â
My eyes widen, and he chuckles, the sound making the butterflies in my tummy come alive. I look away, too embarrassed to meet his eyes.
âSo⦠is there anyone whoâd be upset about me holding your hand?â
My heart hammers in my chest and I smile as I shake my head. âNo. No one.â
âExcept your grandfather,â he murmurs, his voice so soft I barely missed it. I frown at him, and he shakes his head. âItâs nothing. So, whoâs Gregory? Your ex?â
I nod reluctantly, wishing he hadnât seen us together. I know I have nothing to be embarrassed about, yet somehow I am.
âIt sounded like heâs willing to invest in your company. Are you going to take him up on that?â
I shake my head. âI donât want to, but I might not have a choice. My grandfather warned every one of our acquaintances not to invest in me, so Iâll probably have to accept Gregoryâs offer.â
Dr. Grant tightens his grip on me and turns toward me, his eyes flashing with intensity that sets me ablaze. âSo youâre going to date him?â he asks, sounding angry.
âWhat choice do I have?â I ask, my voice breaking.
He cups my cheek, his thumb tracing over my lip, and my breathing turns shallow. âIâll help you.â
My eyes widen, a tinge of hope settling deep in my chest. âHow?â
âHave you ever heard of Grayson Callahan?â
I laugh. âWho hasnât?â The tech giant has his hands in every tech-related industry, from robotics to corporate software solutions. Heâs one of my biggest idols, and one of the few people thatâs out of reach for me, even as an Astor. He didnât come from money, so none of the people that surround me have access to him. Heâs a recluse, and opportunities to meet him are pretty much nonexistent.
âHeâs my best friend. Heâll help if I ask him to. Besides, he just told me heâs dating my sister, so I have a feeling heâll be quite eager to do me a favor.â
I gasp. âNo way. Grayson Callahan is your best friend? That canât be true.â
He nods, a reassuring smile on his face. This could change everything for me. Having Grayson Callahan backing my company means itâd be an almost instant success. Everything that man touches turns to gold.
âIâll call him tomorrow and ask him about it. Heâll likely want you to present your product and youâll need to have a business plan ready.â
I nod eagerly. âOf course. Iâve got an entire investorâs package to present him with and Iâll work on improving my prototypes too. I have a full set of toys to show him.â
Dr. Grantâs eyes narrow, and he shakes his head. âYou can show him the toys. No demonstrating.â
I stare up at him in surprise. Is that⦠jealousy? I blush and look away. âOf course, Dr. Grant.â
He places his index finger underneath my chin and tilts my face back up to his. âNoah. Call me Noah.â
âNoah,â I whisper, my heart skipping a beat. Somehow saying his name feels like a privilege, a sin.
âGood girl,â he murmurs, and I swallow hard. The tone of his voice, that look in his eyes⦠I can just imagine him saying those exact words to me in bed.
âI canât thank you enough,â I tell him, hoping my sincerity is evident. âIf thereâs anything at all that I could do for you, please let me know.â
Dr. Grant⦠Noah nods. âThere is,â he says, pulling on my hand. âDance with me.â