Noticing the displeasure in her eyes, Ethan Kingsley, afraid of putting her off, quickened his pace and gently placed her in a chair.
Claire Sinclair immediately began massaging her thigh, her lips pursed and her brows knitted with annoyance.
Ethan Kingsley felt himself zone out for a second, almost completely captivated by her.
'A classic femme fatale. Truly dangerous!'
Ethan Kingsley deliberately took a step back, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Leg still bothering you? Want me to take a look?"
Claire Sinclair glanced up at him but didn't reply. Instead, she turned to Linda. "Linda, you can get back to what you were doing. I just need to rest for a bit, I'll be fine."
"Alright, I'll leave you two to it, then," Linda said with a meaningful look before turning and walking away.
Claire Sinclair raised an eyebrow. 'Did Linda get the wrong idea?'
Ethan Kingsley chuckled. "Linda's a smart woman. I'll have to give her a raise."
