Catherine's POV
I expected him to leave, but he didn't. Instead, he turned the lock and started walking toward me.
"Julian," I warned, my voice sharper than I thought it could be. "Why are you locking the door? Get out."
"I've let you talk too much, Catherine," he said quietly. "Maybe you've forgotten where you are."
My chest tightened. "And what's that supposed to mean?" I snapped, glaring at him.
He only smiled, slow, smug, and infuriating. "It means you shouldn't test me."
"Save yourself some dignity," I shot at him but he laughed.
"Look who is talking about dignity. At least I'm not the one trying so hard to get noticed by a boy."
Huh? Get noticed by a boy? What on earth did he mean by that?
"You had to dress up like a whore to get Collins' attention. Shows how despicable you are."
Oh, I got it now. He was speaking from pain or jealousy.
"This is a fucking nightwear, moron. Not everyone has a perverted mind like you."
