"What were you doing in the VIP lounge?"
Claire stepped out and returned to her room, planning to splash some water on her face to clear her head. But the moment she pushed open the door, she ran straight into a wall of muscle. Looking up, she saw Gilbert Watson standing there, his expression dark and unreadable.
"What are you doing here? You scared me half to death." Claire frowned and shot him a glare.
"If you've done nothing wrong, you've got nothing to fear," he said lazily, a crooked, mocking smile tugging at his lips. "Or are you feeling guilty because of something you've done to me?"
"Please. Of all people, you're the last one I'd owe anything to. Move. I need to get through." Claire shoved him aside and headed for the bathroom.
She turned on the tap and splashed cold water on her face.
"What did Old Mr. Nelson say to you?" Gilbert leaned against the doorframe, his tone taunting.
"Nothing important," she said, patting her cheeks dry.
