Even so, Adrian Quincy didn't dare to stop or make any rash moves, because the girl in his arms was not like him.
He took the elevator straight to the underground parking garage and got into the car.
The moment the car door shut, Adrian Quincy remained perfectly still. He ordered through gritted teeth, "Drive. Back to the mansion, now."
...
Sometime later, Claire Sinclair awoke in a large bed that felt both strange and familiar. Her head was spinning, and the back of her neck ached terribly, as if she'd slept on it wrong.
As she tried to sit up, her arm brushed against an unusually soft mattress. The sensation was foreign. 'This isn't my bed!'
A man's voice suddenly spoke beside her. "You're awake?"
Claire Sinclair's heart seized. She whipped her head around and saw a handsome man's face.
'Why is he here???'
Claire Sinclair's face instantly flushed red. She looked away, not daring to meet his eyes. "Wh-what happened? Why are you here?"
