[This chapter is dedicated to Kate_Bierman for being one of the top 3 fans of our book. Thank you for your support. Much love and kisses from Jess and Luke!]

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"Good morning!"

Noah greeted them with a broad smile. He was waiting for them in front of the elevator.

"Good morning, stalker." Luke winced when Jess elbowed him with what he called Noah.

Noah, however, just laughed at what Luke said and extended his hand to hold hands with Jess. Luke pretended to gag when Jess eagerly reached for Noah's hand.

"How was the sleepover?" Noah asked when the three of them were inside the elevator.

"It was so good to sleep with Jess after a long time. Maybe, I should stay here again since Jess' working hours coincide with mine."

Jess punched Luke's shoulder for he was clearly jabbing Noah with his words, and Jess was feeling awkward that Noah would realize how many things she shared with Luke!

Noah chuckled, "Yeah, I think it would be a good idea for you to return to Jess's place so that, our Little Miss Jessie can move to mine," he raised their clasped hand and twisted them in a way that made her trap inside his arms, with her back pressed against his chest.

She sucked some air quite audibly when her nose was infiltrated with the smell of Noah's aftershave. Her knees tremble in unwelcome excitement. They were inside an elevator and with Luke as an audience, but she has an overwhelming urge to grab Noah's neck and nibble his jawline.

Luke smirked and arched his eyebrow seeing the effect of Noah at Jess. "Should I move back to your apartment, Little Miss Jessie?" he asked, teasing.

"No." She jabbed her elbow on Noah's stomach. "And just we are clear, Mr. Tiefenbacher, even if Luke moved back to my apartment, I'm not going to move to yours."

Noah pressed his chin on top of her head, "You are breaking my heart, Miss Zimmerman."

Jess giggled and twisted her body inside Noah's arms so they were facing each other. She hooked her arm over Noah's neck and pulled him down to whisper in his ear.

Luke rolled his eyes at how the two were making him feel like an intruder into their lovey-dovey world. It's so early in the morning and the two were making him feel like he would get diabetes by just watching them flirt with each other.

A while ago, he deliberately teased Noah to see how he would react, after all, even though he's dating Jess, he was their boss but Noah took his teasing gracefully, and because of that, he gave Noah a hundred points in his rating sheet of Jess's boyfriend.

When the elevator door reached the basement parking lot, Luke dramatically sighed with relief, "Oh, gee finally! My eyes were already burning!" He stepped out first of the elevator, leaving the two to follow him.

"Luke," when Luke turned his head to look in her direction, she threw the car key on him. Luke opened his hands by reflex and caught them before they hit the ground. "I don't want you to burn your eyes so —" she winked, "Drive safe!"

Luke laughed and waved his hand at them, swayed his hips exaggeratedly as he went to her parking space where her SUV was parked.

Noah's hand squeezed her waist as she threw her car key to Luke. Not expecting it, he was surprised. Despite Noah's clingy ways, she was happy that he did not compete for her attention with her friend.

She tilted her head to Noah and smiled, "I don't have a car. Would you be kind enough to let me ride with you?"

"You can ride mine — or me, anytime," he grinned happily. His eyes couldn't hide the happiness of her action.

"Guess what?"

"What?" He grabbed her tiny waist with both his hands even though one hand was enough to span the small of her back.

"This morning, Dr. Sison sent a message that I don't have to be at the lab until later, for the team orientation which was at two in the afternoon. She gave me the morning off to prepare for the trip."

Noah pulled her inside his arms, and whispered, "Miss Zimmerman, do you want to go back to my apartment?"

She swallowed hard with the images that flashed in front of her eyes with Noah's invitation. "I was thinking that I would ask you to bring me to my favorite coffee shop, buy me coffee, we drove to your office and you could slip me inside your private office, so your employees won't see me, then I could watch you work while I'll enjoy the coffee you bought for me."

"How about I take you back to my place, I can make you coffee after I —"

Noah wasn't able to finish what he was about to say because Jess clasped her hands on his mouth. He swirled his tongue on the inside of her palm and Jess bit her lower lip.

Convincing her to return to his apartment was the better idea, yet he pulled her for an embrace and laughed. "Wanna drive?"

Jess arched her eyebrow at him, doubts were in her eyes.

"Do you want me to take you to my place?" he taunted her. He wasn't going to deny that, he was into that choice. But the thought of Jess wanting to spend her time with him, showing her favorite coffee shop, joining him at his office watching him at work sounds so appealing that his lust was taken over.

"You drive," she smiled, seeing the struggle in his eyes.

She removed her hands from his mouth and walked ahead to his car. Noah pressed his car key for the car to open but Jess stood next to the passenger door, waiting for Noah to open the door for her.

He raised his brow, chuckled softly, and opened the door for her, "Careful with that pretty head of yours," he said, putting his hand on her forehead when she stooped down to enter the passenger seat.

He was still chuckling as he walked to the driver's side and sat behind the steering wheel. He was putting on his seatbelt when Jess cleared her throat trying to get his attention. When he glanced in her direction, she was holding the end of her seatbelt and a playful smile was dancing at the corner of her lips.

He threw his head laughing when he confirmed what she was doing. "Minx, if you are going to be this adorable, I would use my influence to make sure that you don't get on that plane that would take you so far away from me."

"You can but you won't," she smiled at him, tugging the seatbelt, cocking her to the sides.

Noah unclipped his seatbelt, leaned forward to Jess's side, and put her seatbelt for her. He made sure that his face hovered over hers when his hands pulled the seatbelt over her body to her side. "Baby, are you planning to do this all morning?"

"You don't want to?"

He dropped a kiss on the tip of her nose, then playfully bit it, "This seat can be pulled down that would give me enough space to do some stuff inside this car," he grinned when Jess blushed.

The notion that she imagined what it would be like to do her inside his car made his lieutenant give him a full salute.

He straightened his back and returned to his seat, put on his own seatbelt, and whistled happily when he saw Jess pressed her legs together.

"Minx, I can play this game all day," he chucked, stealing another glance over her side as he maneuvered his sports car out of its parking space.

And just what Jess requested, he drove her to her favorite coffee shop, bought her coffee, and took her to his office. He didn't have to slip her in secret because he has his private elevator that would take them to his office without being seen.

But it doesn't mean that Antonio's assistant secretary, Miss Gracia won't see them, since her table was right outside his main office. She simply stood up and greeted them, and didn't react that he came in to work with Jess.

Antonio has shown more reactions than Miss Garcia. He scrambled to prepare something for Jess but he halted when he saw that she already had coffee in her hand.

"Good morning, Miss Zimmerman. Let me know if you need something," he said that earned a death glare from Noah.

"Help Miss Garcia outside." Noah didn't wait for Antonio's reply as he led Jess to take a seat in the receiving area of his inner office.

He was unbuttoning his coat when Jess stood up and helped him remove his coat.

"Baby, have you heard about office sex?"

"Yes, I heard about it, why do you ask, Mr. Tiefenbacher?" she snorted and removed his coat.

"Wanna give it a try?" His eyes were dancing with mischief.