Chloe froze. Her hand felt as if it had been branded by a hot iron, and she instinctively jerked it back.
In her haste, the glass of heavy liquor toppled over. A clear splash of alcohol soaked right into the expensive fabric of Xavier’s trousers, pooling near his thigh.
The man looked up. His gaze landed on her face, sharp and biting with a sudden, dangerous chill.
"I’m so sorry! I’ll clean it up right now."
Chloe was rarely this clumsy, but panic had seized her. She grabbed a linen napkin and leaned down to blot the spill. She had only made a few frantic swipes when a massive hand clamped around her wrist like a vice. He shoved her away with cold, effortless strength.
The disgust in Xavier’s eyes was even more intense than it had been in the elevator. His voice was a low, displeased
