Claire Sinclair frantically reined in her spiraling thoughts and pulled away from the man's kiss. "It's seven-thirty! I have to get up!"
Adrian Quincy frowned slightly, a faint chill settling in his eyes. He said in a deep voice, "Get up at eight."
His commanding tone was impossible for Claire Sinclair to resist.
'A twenty-eight-year-old man is terrifying...'
"Ah, no! I'll be late!"
"You won't be late."
"No, no! Mr. Quincy, don't—"
...
True to his word, it was exactly eight o'clock.
Claire Sinclair stood before the mirror, staring at her reflection in a formal suit. No matter how she looked at herself, she just felt like a little girl. 'Is it really appropriate for me to be the one to host Mrs. Hale?'
Just as she was lost in thought, an impeccably dressed Adrian Quincy walked in and stood behind her, his gaze drawn to the beautiful girl in the mirror.
Unable to resist, he wrapped his arms around her slender waist from behind, lowering his head to inhale her sweet scent.
