Claire Sinclair's body felt as if it had been hit with a paralyzing spell; she couldn't move a muscle.
Adrian Quincy let out a soft sigh and said in a low voice, "Wipe your drool."
"!!!"
Claire Sinclair quickly wiped the corner of her mouth, her face growing hotter and hotter.
Adrian Quincy's lips curved into a slight smile. "Straighten out your clothes, too."
At his words, Claire Sinclair snapped her head down. Seeing her disheveled clothes, she realized that a certain someone's kiss had gone a little too far, and she glared at him with wide eyes.
"I'm not talking to you anymore!" Claire Sinclair muttered under her breath. She frantically straightened her clothes and then left.
Adrian Quincy nonchalantly adjusted his own clothes before returning to his documents.
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It wasn't until she had left Quincy Manor that Claire Sinclair realized that guy had given her very little information—only "Police Headquarters, surname Tanner."
