What He Needs (What He Wants, Book Four) (An Alpha Billionaire Romance) Read Free Page A

yelled, grabbing his arm and
pulling at him.   “Noah, stop it!”
    He looked at me, and our eyes met, and
that seemed to snap him out of it.   “Noah,” I said.   “Please,
stop.   Just stop.   It’s okay.   Everything’s okay.”
    His breath was coming in ragged gasps,
but I could tell he was coming back , he was calming down .   I kept my eyes on his, my hand on his arm.   I wanted to pull him close, to wrap my arms around him, to
tell him everything was going to be okay, but I didn’t dare do that in front of
Professor Worthington.   From down
by the barriers, the policemen had turned to see what the commotion was.
    “It’s fine!” Professor Worthington yelled
down to them.   “Everything’s fine.”
The police shook their heads and went back to guarding the barrier.   A couple of police cars were pulling up
on the other side, two men in suits climbing out of
them.   They must have been the
detectives who were going to be cataloging the crime scene.
    “Took them long enough,” Professor
Worthington grumbled.   He turned to
Josh.   “You okay?”
    “Yeah,” Josh said, a track of his
cockiness back, now that he could see there was no immediate threat.   “I’m fine.”
    Professor Worthington looked at Noah and
shook his head.   “I don’t have to
tell you how ridiculously stupid it was to show up at a murder scene when you
know you’re going to be a person of interest.   And beyond that, it was even more stupid to get into a
physical altercation with a member of your defense team.   In front of cops.”
    “I told you I didn’t want him working on
my case,” Noah said.   “And I stand
by that.”
    “He’s not going to be working directly
with you,” Professor Worthington explained.  
    “Mr. Cutler,” I said, hoping my voice
sounded professional.   “I can
assure you that Josh will behave with the upmost professionalism.”   I gave Noah a warning look.   The last thing I wanted was Josh on
this case.   He was my competition,
not to mention a complete and total pervert.   But it was already clear that something inappropriate was
going on with Noah and I, and it was going to look even worse for me, and for
Noah, if Josh got thrown off the case – Professor Worthington would be
even more annoyed than he was when I suggested I could handle everything
myself.   He might even fire me.
    Noah’s jaw set in a straight line, and a
vein pulsed in his neck.   I could
tell it was taking every last ounce of his self-control not to insist Josh be
thrown off the case.   Finally, he
shook his head.
    “Whatever,” he said.   He turned and started walking away.
    I stared after him as he retreated,
fighting the urge to follow.
    “Charlotte,” Worthington said.   “Go with him.”   He gave me that knowing look again, the
one he’d given me at the police station when Noah had called me into his limo.   He knew there was something going on
between me and Noah, probably not exactly what it was,
but he knew there was something.   And he didn’t care.   I
thought about telling him no, about saying it wasn’t my job to babysit our
client.   But of course it was my
job, at least to some extent.
    I was a law student.   I was lucky to even be working on this
case, and even though I would have preferred to be working on it in some other
aspect, if Professor Worthington wanted me to go after Noah, then I had to go
after Noah.
    You want to go after him.
    I raced down the path toward Noah, who was
striding through the trees, taking a short cut back toward the main road.   There were sirens in the distance now,
and I could hear the voices of the detectives turning up at the crime scene.
    “Noah!” I called, but he just kept
walking, not even turning around to acknowledge me.   “Noah!   I know
you can hear me,” I grumbled as I struggled to keep up with him.
    Finally, when we got onto the sidewalk,
he turned around.   “What the fuck
was that?” he demanded.
    “What the