Ivy recognized the tone; it was a reminder that Noah wasn't happy. "Like I've said, Your mine. And besides, if she tries it again I will personally skin her alive."
Noah's thin lips curved. His grip relaxed and Ivy saw her opportunity to flee. She climbed off Noah's lap and sat on the edge of her desk.
"So you do remember what you've said at the restaurant." A teasing look hung from Noah's face.
"Of – of course, I do!" Ivy looked away, her cheeks turned pink with a faint blush. "And I mean it when I say that I'd leave you in a heartbeat if you accepted her invitation or any other women."
Noah enjoyed seeing her possessive behaviour, he stood and nudged Ivy chin upwards, forcing her to look at him. "No problem; and I'm am telling you I will chase you even to hell if I have to and drag you back to my side if you try to leave me," he said softly before planting a quick kiss on Ivys red lips.
