Steam warmed her cheeks.
That low whisper—it was meant for her ears only.
Claire Richards’s skin lit up in pink in an instant.
She shut her eyes in silent despair… Someone please tell her why the guy who should be out socializing with clients was suddenly right behind her, talking next to her ear.
And seriously, he’d been eavesdropping on her call!
Yep, no doubt about that—how could he just blatantly listen in?
"You—" She whipped around, glaring. "Listening to someone’s phone call is rude, okay? Basic manners 101. Ever heard of them?"
Julian Archer nodded toward the cup in front of her with his chin.
He said calmly, "Michael’s out there handling the meeting instead. I just came to fill my water. Chill, I didn’t mean to eavesdrop—it’s just that you were really into
