Swish. Swish.
A quick signature was scrawled across the white paper.
"Done," Noah said, setting the pen down again. "Now I'm officially the kept man of a cold CEO."
"Partner," Noira corrected. She took the document, skimmed it briefly, then smiled in satisfaction. "Welcome to my contract, Noah."
"So... what's my first assignment?" Noah asked, leaning back against the sofa and trying to look relaxed despite his pounding heart. "Do I have to make you tea? Or massage your shoulders?"
Noira stepped closer. She slipped off her high stilettos, losing a few inches in height, but her commanding aura didn't diminish in the slightest.
"Open your shirt."
Noah stared. "Now?!"
"Is there anyone else in this room besides the two of us?" Noira raised one eyebrow.
"But... Ms. Noira, it's only been five minutes since we signed! Even a fast-food promotion gives you ten minutes to change your mind!"
"We don't have much time, Noah. I have a teleconference with a client from London at one a.m.," Noira said coolly, without a hint of embarrassment. She brought her fingers to the collar of Noah's shirt and slowly undid the top button. "I'm not paying you this much to listen to a speech."
The touch of Noira's cool fingers grazed the skin of Noah's chest, sending a strange electric jolt through him that made him hold his breath.
"Let me do it," Noah whispered, taking Noira's wrist. "You're making me nervous."
"Why? Are you afraid?" Noira chuckled softly, staring straight into Noah's eyes. "You were the one who said you were adorable. Prove it."
Noah sighed in resignation. His fingers undid his shirt buttons one by one until the cotton fabric slipped from his shoulders, revealing his broad chest and athletic body, the result of all his hard work.
Noira's eyes gleamed for a moment. A flash of satisfaction glimmered in her dark irises.
"Not bad," Noira murmured, her hand slowly roaming over Noah's chest. "Very much not bad for a four-hundred-million-rupiah investment."
"Ms. Noira..." Noah's voice was hoarse. "Don't look at me like I'm fresh meat at the supermarket."
"You are my fresh meat for the next three months, Noah."
"Touch me," Noira commanded softly, her voice shifting into something deeper and more sensual.
"Where?" Noah swallowed.
"Anywhere you want. Make me forget the company financial reports piling up on my desk."
Noah slowly pulled Noira closer by the waist, settling her onto his lap. Noira was briefly startled by Noah's swift movement, but she didn't resist. Instead, her arms slid smoothly around his neck.
"Kiss me, Noah."
"With pleasure, Boss."
Their lips met in a single rush of heated breath. Noira's kiss was demanding, dominant, and full of pressure. But Noah wasn't a man who was easily controlled. He turned the dynamic around by tilting his head, answering Noira's kiss with a deeper, firmer devouring kiss that made Noira moan softly between their joined lips.
"Mmph..." Noira's hands clenched in Noah's hair, pulling him closer.
Noira's breathing grew ragged as Noah moved his kisses along her jawline, descending to her long, delicate neck.
"Noah..."
"Yes, Ms. Noira?" Noah whispered beside her ear, deliberately letting out a warm breath that sent a shiver through her.
"Don't call me 'Ms.' when we're like this."
"Then what should I call you? Babe? Baby? Or Your Majesty?"
Noira gave Noah's waist a light pinch, making him chuckle amid their sensual tension.
"Call me by my name. Noira."