CHAPTER FORTY-SIX

Claire knew she was done for. Only a fool wouldn't discern that she was coming from Ryan's place as he'd just exited his private elevator, dressed a bit vulgarly for her usual taste.

She wouldn't be surprised if she looked like a call girl, she mused inside. Now what was she going to say?

"Um, hi." Her voice was feeble.

"Hi." Bruno tried to smile but it was almost impossible. He couldn't hide the confusion, and his usually charming face was currently a brochure of questions. "Are you going somewhere?" he asked gently, seeing how uncomfortable she looked.

The dress was one among the reasons. Jeez, it was only meant for the darkness—now that it was beaming bright, she felt more naked under his gaze.

"Home," she replied.

"Oh. Alright, maybe I could give you a ride if you want?" Bruno offered. Such a gentleman! Claire smiled restively. "I mean, if you don't have a car, that is."

Well, she had the keys of Ryan's car, but it felt awkward telling that to Bruno.

Decidedly, she acquiesced to h