Adrian Quincy reached out and stroked her adorable, troubled face. "I wore you out last night. I wanted to let you sleep in."
Claire Sinclair's face flushed, and she slapped his hand away. "I'd rather die than spend the night at your place again! I can't sleep well, and on top of that, I have to 'exercise' with you!"
With that, she turned, opened the car door, and got out.
The corners of Adrian Quincy's lips curved up slightly. He watched her enter the building before getting out of the car himself.
***
Claire Sinclair's tardiness didn't attract much attention, but one person made a point of cornering her for a lecture.
Phoebe Lockwood, with unbelievable nerve, began snidely, "Well, well, if it isn't the new big star. Now that you've landed an endorsement, your net worth has shot into the tens of millions. Why even bother coming to work? If it were me, I'd go straight to M2L. The pay is high, and you don't have to clock in nine-to-five..."
