Catherine's POV
There was a big silence after I spoke, abruptly putting an end to the flirtatious moment. Julian didn't move for a moment, my words and the sight of my phone had snapped him out of his predatory mood.
"What did you say?" his voice was low and utterly confused.
Without waiting for me to repeat myself, he moved and quickly grabbed his towel, yanking it back around his waist, cinching it tight. He looked disoriented for a second, like he'd just woken up and hurried toward me.
I held my phone up again, pressing the play button before he could demand for an explanation. I didn't need the video to play out again; the images were already burned into my mind, and I knew the sound would be enough.
Julian's eyes were glued to the small screen as the low-quality sound and jerky image started. I watched his face squeeze tight with disgust and disbelief as he recognized the figures and the act.
"That bastard," he muttered, his jaw clenching so hard.
