Chloe Bishop froze. Her hand felt as if it had been burned. She yanked it back immediately.
The glass of baijiu on the table tipped over from her movement, spilling partly onto Xavier Grayson's leg.
The man looked up, his gaze landing on her face with a trace of coldness.
"I'm so sorry—let me clean that up."
Chloe Bishop was rarely this clumsy. She grabbed a napkin and reached to wipe his leg, but after only a few dabs, her hand was caught in a firm grip and coldly pushed away.
The disgust in Xavier Grayson's eyes was even sharper than it had been in the elevator. His deep voice carried clear displeasure. "Miss Bishop. Please conduct yourself with propriety."
Only then did she realize what she had done. In her panic, she had actually been wiping this man's thigh. Her face flushed cri
