Claire raised an eyebrow.
So, that’s the game they’re playing.
Hah, classic Gary.
Julian walked over.
Claire didn’t follow. She came for wine tasting, not to throw herself in the middle of his drama. Rushing in now would make her look out of place. Worst case? She’d end up labeled as “Beauty No. Eleven” or something equally cringy.
Once someone starts brushing against your arm or leg, even if Julian steps in, you still look bad. Not like she could smash a wine bottle on someone’s head without causing a scene.
Besides, she had a more important job tonight—keeping an eye on these snakes, making sure no one spiked her boss’s drink.
She found a spot where she could see everything, but still didn’t look like she was trying to hide.
In the main room, the couches were ar
