Chapter 3 I want you

Noah Blanco Corsini's point of view:

"Anything else, ma'am?" I opened the door of my suite, smirking annoyingly at her. A hint of mischief danced in my eyes as I regarded the woman standing before me.

She raised her brows arrogantly, a spark of defiance in her gaze. "No, and I'm not a madam!" she retorted sharply.

I murmured, a teasing lilt to my voice, "Yes, sure! No one could deal with your fierce attitude!"

She lugged her bags from my men and slammed the door, her eyes fixed on me with a fiery intensity. In one swift motion, she pulled me to her chest, her lips mere inches from mine. "See! Don't try to make fun of me or I will..." She paused, a coy smile playing on her lips as she licked them slowly.

I narrowed my eyes, a hint of intrigue in my voice. "Or what, hottie?"

"Or I will make you regret it!" She released her hold on me and walked away, unpacking her bags and throwing some of her clothes haphazardly on the couch and the bed. The suite quickly descended into a state of disarray.

I hollered, stopping her in her tracks. "Hey, hey! I don't like unorganized rooms! It's not yours, and you will only stay here for one night."

"I will do what I want tonight," she retorted, her defiant gaze challenging me.

I mumbled, frustration lacing my words, "You are a nightmare!"

She chuckled, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "You handsome! Go fill the tub for me with water. I need to take a shower immediately," she commanded, her tone brooking no argument.

I scowled, grinding my teeth. "Hell to you! I'm not your servant."

She smirked, her eyes boring into mine. "Do you have a problem with self-confident women?"

I crossed my arms over my chest, a hint of annoyance in my voice. "Wherever is the woman, for God's sake! Are you considering yourself a woman?! I wonder why God granted you the elegant look with such an ugly tongue! That's why I hate voluptuous, stunning women," I heaved, my irritation palpable.

She shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly. "Oh! Then you are saying that I'm pretty?!"

I huffed and walked away, laying down on the couch and ignoring her. "Don't make any noise, I want to take a nap."

"Take a shower first because you stink, and I won't make a noise. I will take a shower and go down," she informed me and walked to the bathroom. 'What? Down where?!' I wondered, my curiosity piqued.

I sealed my eyes for half an hour, relaxing my body. Then I opened them to see her standing in front of me, clad only in a towel, water droplets glistening on her skin. She looked adorable and irresistibly sexy. No one could resist this beauty. I wanted to touch her badly, but there was no way in hell I would make a move. I will never give in to the temptation.

I cleared my throat, a hint of unease in my voice. "What? Why are you naked? Why are you gawking at me?"

She blinked, confusion etched on her face. "Me?! You are sleeping on my dress! Move your butt! I want to put on my clothes," she yelled.

I found her dress and threw it to her face. She grabbed it, moved back to the bathroom, and a few minutes later, she emerged wearing a red sleeveless dress that was barely long enough to cover her ample curves. It showcased her rounded, D-sized boobs, and I couldn't tear my eyes away from her alluring form.

She winked at me, "Now, I'm going. Bye." She waved, then turned away. "By the way, what's your name, handsome?!"

"Noah Blanco Corsini," I blurted out, unable to take my gaze off her.

She nodded, a slight smile playing on her lips. "I'm Selena, see you later."

I was going to ask her where she was going, but she shut the door hurriedly and left. I called one of my men who was standing at the door. "Hey, go after her and tell me where she is going step by step. Don't even blink! Grasp that?" I commanded him and hung up.

I don't know why I care, but I do like her somehow, or maybe it's because she didn't pay attention to me like other women. Maybe it's because she's arrogant like a billionaire woman! I don't know.

I stepped into the bathroom to take a shower. Hopping out of the tub in a hurry, my guard calls me. I answered, "Yes?"

"Sir, she's at the bar now. But..." He paused, hesitation evident in his voice.

"Continue, but what?" I asked firmly.

"But, every man in the bar and maybe in the hotel is surrounding her or, in another meaning, they are talking to her, inviting her for drinks and for a dance. She's cute to be honest." I hung up angrily. 'Why am I furious now?! She's talking with men! Why not me?! She disgusts me?! But she keeps calling me handsome?!'

I dried my body, put on my suit, and rushed down to the bar. I spotted her chatting with two businessmen I already knew.

I stopped gaping at her. "Well! I guess you like humble, sullen men after all." I raised an eyebrow, a hint of jealousy underlying my tone.

She was drunk, the words heavy on her tongue; she stood up, stepped closer, and suddenly she bent her arms around my neck. "I guess, you like rude women like me," she whispered, her breath caressing my skin.

"Who are you?" I stressed my words slowly, my curiosity piqued. She's weird, mysterious, and confident.

She stood on her tiptoes, making her lips closer to mine. "I WANT YOU, Handsome," she breathed, her eyes locked on mine with a burning intensity.