"Pick me up?" The man was clearly skeptical, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "How are you going to do that? In a taxi?"
Called out so mercilessly, Seraphina Quinn's cheeks flushed with shame.
She pressed her lips together, her head tilted back to gaze up at the man's handsome, yet cold and inscrutable, face.
"I found out about your flight tonight, so I came specifically to meet you. I wanted… to thank you."
Her face was drenched, her lashes heavy with raindrops. She exuded a fragile, broken vulnerability that made it difficult for Damian Fairchild to be cruel to her.
But his expression remained glacial. "What you owe me is far more than a simple thank you."
At that moment, a lavish town car pulled up to the curb.
Seth Thorne had two bodyguards load the luggage into the vehicle. He then pulled open the car door and said respectfully to Damian Fairchild, "Mr. Fairchild, please."
As Damian Fairchild bent to get in, Seraphina Quinn reached out and grabbed his sleeve.
