Claudia stared at her reflection in the mirror, her skin a canvas of startlingly vivid love bites.
What kind of depraved, starved animal had gnawed on her like this?
Claudia shook her head hard, trying to clear the fog, but she couldn't remember a single thing about last night.
She recalled Rock Sayer dropping her off at the hotel. He'd walked her from the elevator into the hallway, then Rock, as she called him, seemed to take a call, and she insisted on going back to her room alone.
And after that…Did she hire an escort?
The thought sent a chill down her spine.
People were into all sorts of wild things these days. If she’d picked up someone with a disease, she was screwed.
She couldn't stay here another minute. She had to get back home and get a full medical check-up immediately.
Claudia quickly showered, changed, and went downstairs to check out.
She ran into York Ferguson and Mark at the elevators.
When she saw York staring at her neck with a complicated expression, Claudia straightened her back and shot him a defiant glare. "What are you looking at? You're allowed to have your affairs and keep a woman on the side, but I can't hire an escort for a little fun?"
York's eyes narrowed slightly, his lips pressing into a thin, hard line.
Mark, seeing his boss's face turn thunderous, silently lowered his head and stepped into the elevator first.
Claudia strode to the elevator door, reached in, and physically pulled Mark out before stepping inside herself.
Her gaze inadvertently fell on a scratch mark on York's neck, and she looked away in disgust.
"Mr. Ferguson, what should I…?" Mark began.
York stood at the elevator entrance, hands tucked into his suit pockets, silently watching the doors slide shut.
At eight that evening, Rock Sayer came to pick Claudia up for the airport.


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