Based on what Mia Grant knew of Simon Adler, a man like him would almost certainly scoff at her words.
Sure enough, Simon Adler froze for a moment. Then, as if waking from a dream, a mocking smirk touched his lips. "I was just looking at the drool on your face."
"I can't figure out what Silas Grant sees in someone as unkempt as you."
Mia's face flushed with embarrassment as she frantically fumbled in her bag for a mirror to check.
'Did I really drool?'
'No way, right?!'
In the mirror, she saw her just-woken face. Her cheeks were flushed and her lips were moist, but there didn't seem to be any strange marks.
Realizing he was teasing her, Mia slammed the mirror down and turned her head to see he had already opened the car door and gotten in.
A very polite distance separated the two seats in the back of the executive car.
The car door closed automatically, cutting off the cold wind that had been rushing to pour inside.
"Where's the thing my brother sent for me?"
