FLASHBACK
Claire’s Pov
"s**t, OMG... I'm so sorry I wasn't looking," I stammered, my voice filled with genuine regret. I hastily delved into my handbag, retrieving a tissue, and set to work, gently dabbing at the shirt of the man whose drink I had just spilled.
"Get your filthy hands off me,” he retorted calmly, yet there was an unmistakable edge of arrogance in his tone.
“And watch where you’re going next time,” he hissed with a trace of anger, firmly pushing my hands away from his body.
"But I already said I was so... rry," I tried to explain, but my words were momentarily forgotten as my gaze lifted to meet his. I found myself ensnared in the piercing intensity of his eyes, akin to a tempestuous sea promising both danger and allure. His jawline, as sharp as a dagger's edge, exuded
