Catherine frowned faintly, confused by the way Maximilian had gone suddenly still. His silence lingered a second too long.
So she followed his gaze.
Down.
And of course…
Of course.
Her boobs.
Men!
She let out a long breath, rolling her eyes as she turned away, lifting her wine glass as if this was merely a minor inconvenience in her evening.
"Lock the door behind you," she said calmly.
Behind her, she heard the soft click of the door closing. Maximilian allowed himself a small, relieved smile. For a moment there, he had thought his lapse in control had been obvious enough for her to throw him out.
Thankfully, she hadn't noticed the full extent of it and allowed her in.
Catherine walked to the bed and sat cross-legged, lifting the glass to her lips again. Her expression was thoughtful now, distant, calculating even through the soft haze of wine.
