Chapter 5: Night with Claire (1)
"I’m not exactly stern," Claire defended herself, though she knew he was probably right. She was aware of her reputation, but she was just a woman who wouldn’t tolerate anything less from anyone.
"Just a little bit," Mike said, holding the tip of his pinkie to show her.
Claire chuckled. "I guess you could say so." Then she changed the topic, "I suppose you haven’t had dinner yet... Why don’t you go shower first? The meal will be done soon."
"Awwn, thank you."
"It’s my pleasure."
With that, he went to his room to take a refreshing cold shower. He wanted to clear his head, and enjoyed a warm dinner, because the same might not be said for tomorrow.
In the meantime, he put on his pajamas and stepped out.
Claire had already filled the dining table with food.
She turned around when she heard his footsteps, her hazel eyes holding his gaze for a second longer than usual.
Then she smiled and motioned to the bowl on the table. "I prepared something for your hangover. It’ll help reduce the fatigue tomorrow."
"Thank you."