CLAIRE'S POV
Serena was still out at the gym and hadn’t come back yet—thankfully. If she had, she’d probably catch me beet red, and her teasing would’ve been unbearable.
I quickly peeled off Maxwell’s suit and headed straight for the bathroom, splashing cold water onto my face to chase away the lingering heat.
I had never been this embarrassed in my entire life. If there had been a hole in the car earlier, I would’ve gladly thrown myself into it.
At least the man had been a gentleman—he hadn’t tried to make things worse.
Wiping my face dry, I returned to the bedroom. My gaze landed on the envelope I’d left on the tea table.
Settling into the chair, I opened it and pulled out the files inside. The first one was Connor Lambert’s profile, along with his current whereabouts.
Matthew’s
