Adrian Quincy walked to the bed, pulled back the covers, and lay down beside her.
Claire Sinclair turned mechanically to face him. "Aren't you going back to your room?"
"You invited me over, and now you want to kick me out?"
"When did I ever invite you...?"
'No, no, I didn't!'
Adrian Quincy caught sight of the timid look on her face and frowned. "Claire, are you ready?"
"No!"
'Not in a million years!'
"I think you're cute when you're like this."
"Not cute at all!!!"
Before she could voice her refusal, the man had already approached her gracefully. His voice was incredibly gentle. "Claire, I think I'm starting to fall for you."
Claire Sinclair swallowed hard. "Maybe it's just your imagination..."
With that, she quickly pulled the covers over her head, her heart pounding erratically.
The man slowly leaned in closer, his expression full of affection. "It's not my imagination."
