Claire turned around at the sound behind her.
She was holding her heels with one finger, her bare feet on the ground, hair a bit messy, skirt slightly wrinkled. That delicate, messed-up look gave her a fragile beauty, like a porcelain doll that might shatter at a touch.
And that exact look? It lit a fire in Nelson's chest.
Maybe it was because Claire had no idea how tempting she looked. Or maybe it was just that the guy standing next to her was Adrian.
"If Mr. Cooper is that willing to make it up to me, then how about going to the mall and grabbing a pair? I'm not picky—just make sure they're new."
Claire didn't get why Nelson was so pissed. She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, her innocent expression totally out of sync with the tension.
The man behind her
