Noah was still stunned by Gianna's sudden presence in his office.
As he sat at his desk, his mind ruminated on the unexpected visit, wondering what could have caused this complete 360-degree turnaround in her demeanor.
Did she want something from him?
He unlatched the lunchbox, and the rich, savory aroma of the food instantly filled the air, causing his mouth to water. But he knew Gianna wasn't like the other women he had used and let go; wasn't that the exact reason he was so drawn to her?
She was established, very much independent, and knew exactly what she wanted—a true queen in her own right. Yet, a dark thorn pricked at his thoughts: Why did she let Mason hold her that way while he muttered gibberish?
His hands tightened momentarily around the lid of the flask, his knuckles turning white, before he forced himself to relax his grip. He looked up, his voice smooth. "Did you cook this yourself, beautiful?"
