Claire Sinclair's gaze met the man's face, his brow furrowed in restraint. A frightening desire veiled his eyes—raw, naked desire.
'No way. This man is too dangerous.'
'He seduced me twice last night, and each time went on for far too long. No wonder I overslept.'
"I don't have time for this! I'm going to work!" Claire Sinclair stood up decisively, ready to leave.
Adrian Quincy shot out a hand and grabbed her wrist. "Finish this kiss, and I can take care of you being late."
'How despicable. He's actually trying to bribe me!'
Claire Sinclair took a step back, but her wrist was still firmly in his grasp. Blushing, she said, "Mr. Quincy, you are the master of Quincy Manor. You must have principles. You can't abuse your authority to grant personal favors to your relatives."
"Mm."
'Mm my ass!'
Claire Sinclair retorted irritably, "That's just corrupt."
"For you, I'm more than willing."
"..."
'He needs to stop flirting with me!'
