Catalina was wearing a nightgown... if you could call it that. It was completely see through, and it hugged her curves perfectly.
"What the fuck are you doing in my room?" Julian asked looking unimpressed.
Catalina leaned back, a small smile on her face. "Is that any way to talk to your fiancée?"
"My fiancée," Julian replied. He didn't move from the doorway. "You need to leave, so I can dress up."
Catalina rose from his bed slowly. She let the silk robe slip slightly off one shoulder, a confident smirk on her lips.
"The wedding is only months away, Julian."
"Which wedding?"
"The one our fathers arranged. Your mother already treats me like a daughter. Why keep up this act of the distant bachelor?"
Julian took a slow sip of his wine. He looked exhausted. "If my mother wants a daughter so badly, she can adopt you. I have a flight in four hours, and I won't spend any of that time with you."
