He smiled when he saw the model, Noah, leaning casually against the wall. He was fucking sexy for a pretty boy, but he didn’t have that normal model demeanor. The light-brown hair accented his blue-gray eyes while the cheap suit, white shirt and black tie looked fucking delicious on him. He stared at the model for a minute, electricity sparking between them. It had been a risk to invite him to his penthouse. A calculated risk, but a risk nonetheless. He didn’t normally afford strange men the luxury of knowing where he lived. Tanner went to the keypad, unlocked the door, and held it open for Noah. The model didn’t say anything as he stepped inside the room, glancing around at the décor. Tanner followed him, taking a few steps inside before he grabbed Noah and pushed him up against the wall. Crashing his mouth against the Noah’s, Tanner didn’t waste any time with the getting-to-know-you-bullshit. A hard body lay hidden underneath the cheap suit and he wanted to see it. To explore and taste.
