"Achoo…" Claire Sinclair sneezed uncontrollably and rubbed her nose.
Just then, a black sedan screeched to a halt by the side of the road.
The car door opened, and a pair of long, slender legs stepped out, striding quickly in her direction.
Claire Sinclair blankly lifted her head. Staring at the man's stern, cold, and handsome face, her mind went fuzzy.
He had been walking quickly, but he'd still gotten caught in the rain over the past few steps. His hair was a little damp, and a few raindrops trickled down his face.
The look unexpectedly gave off an air of sexy, wild masculinity.
"M-Mr. Quincy!" Thoroughly startled, Claire Sinclair scrambled to her feet.
She shot up too quickly, and her vision momentarily went black. She nearly lost her balance.
Adrian Quincy reached out just in time to steady her by the arm. "What are you doing here?" he asked, his face devoid of expression.
