Richard's words made Claire bristle like a startled cat.
She sat up straight, glaring at him as her eyes swept him from head to toe. Then she scoffed, "Hah! As if I'd ever be interested in someone like you!"
Richard arched an eyebrow and replied dryly, "Then what exactly were you doing to me while I was unconscious?"
His cutting tone left Claire momentarily speechless. She had, in fact, done it. There was no denying it.
But seriously, could anyone resist those abs?
She opened her mouth to argue, but his question was like a trap she couldn't escape. With a huff of frustration, she turned her back to him, refusing to meet his gaze.
Before long, Claire drifted off to sleep. Richard, still awake, glanced at her peaceful sleeping face. After a moment, he closed his report, turne
