What He Seeks (What He Wants, Book Twenty) (An Alpha Billionaire Romance) Read Online Free PDF Page A

thought it was hilarious that Noah could control everyone in his orbit except for a dog.
    Noah sighed and shook his head, then stood up and stripped off his t-shirt. I shivered as my eyes roamed over the V of his hips.
    “I’m going to shower, then I have some running around to do,” he said.
    I stopped with my coffee cup halfway to my lips. “What kind of running around?”
    “Some things I need to take care of for the Lilah Parks case.”
    “Oh.” I set the coffee cup down on the nightstand. “Are you going to see Lilah?”
    “No.” He was in the bathroom now, talking to me through the open door, and I heard the sound of the shower turning on.
    “Then were are you going?”
    “To talk to one of the girls in the those pictures.”
    “What pictures?” I asked.
    Noah returned to the doorway of the bathroom and leaned against the doorframe, his body language relaxed and languid. “The ones on Ryan Aqualino’s cell phone.”
    “Oh, you mean the phone that Clementine stole from the murder scene?” I asked, not bothering to hide the sarcasm from my voice or the fact that I was enjoying taking a shot at Clementine.
    “Yes.” He said it simply, like it was normal for someone to steal evidence from a murder scene and not something that could get you disbarred and/or arrested. “But if I can talk to one of the girls on that phone and get her to testify, then the stolen phone won’t be an issue now, will it?”
    I nodded grudgingly. He was being smart. He was going to try to find a way to get Ryan’s proclivity for torturing women brought up during trial without having to use the phone.
    “I’ll go with you.” I picked up the remaining piece of peanut butter toast and took a bite nonchalantly, like it was a given that I would go with him. And why shouldn’t it have been? I was working on the case, too. I had a right to be involved in whatever it was that Noah was doing.
    But obviously Noah didn’t feel the same way, because he shook his head. “No.”
    “Why not?”
    “Because it’s too dangerous.”
    “What’s too dangerous?” I pressed.
    “Driving around New York City looking for prostitutes.”
    “How do you know they were prostitutes?”
    “Clementine did some digging.”
    Of course she did. “And you’ve identified one of the women in the pictures?”
    Noah nodded.
    “What makes you think she’s going to talk to you?”
    His mouth twitched into a grin. “My charming personality.”
    I smiled, and he crossed the room and sat down on the bed next to me, then smoothed a strand of hair back from my face. “It’s Saturday morning, Charlotte. You’ve been through a lot. You should stay here and relax. Try not to think about school or the case.”
    “I don’t want to stay here. If I stay here, all I’m going to be doing is thinking about school and the case and...” I couldn’t bring myself to say his name. My hand tightened around the blanket under me, twisting the fabric hard between my fingers.
    He sighed. “It’s not safe.”
    “Oh, and I’m safe here?” I countered.
    “Yes.” He nodded. “There will be a guard stationed outside the apartment, and three more outside of the building.”
     I shook my head. “I don’t want to stay here with guards watching me, Noah. I want to go with you. I feel safer with you.” It was true. Yes, I wanted to go with him, and I knew there was a chance that me telling him I felt safer going with him would change his mind.
    But it was also true – I did feel safer with him.
    How could I feel safe here with just some guard who I’d never even met before?
    “Then I’ll stay here. I’ll send someone else to go talk to Bella.”
    “No!” My hand was twisting the blanket so hard now that I could feel my nails digging into my palms through the fabric. “Don’t you understand? If we do that, then Professor Worthington’s won. He wants us to be nervous, he wants us to be scared.”
    I reached out and took Noah’s face in my hands.
    He closed