Chapter Seventy

As Cat came barreling out of the cleaners closet shocked at her own behaviour, she ran into a hard chest. She looked up into Evan’s intense eyes. He had grabbed her arms to steady her and looking over her shoulder to the open door behind her.

Cat could only guess that he was witnessing Eric in the same state of dishevelment as her, because she didn’t turn around to check. It made her flash red, growing hot all over.

She reached back behind her. She kept her eyes fixed on Evan’s face. Her hand fumbled a few times before finally finding the handle of the door, and she pulled it closed. The fact that Evan was witnessing this was bad enough, and she didn’t want anyone else to see. With a smirk on his face, he asked, “Checking out operations, Cat?”

She hit him on the arm. “This isn’t funny. How long have you been here?”

“What? Waiting outside the door while you do the nasty with a room full of people just down there.” Evan pointed to the open hallway leading to the ballroom. He looked like