CATHERINE SMITH
I smiled as I left the private rooms and made my way back to the main hall. Merlin was already hard at work, arranging drinks on trays for the waitstaff as they prepared for the influx of guests.
Surveying the crowd, I noted the elegance of everyone present. The men and women mingling around the club looked as if they were attending a high-society event rather than a nightclub.
“You’ve arrived, Cathy. Did you enjoy your time with the handsome Samuel?” Merlin teased, her smile widening.
My cheeks flushed. “Well, that’s not exactly what you’re doing.” I began to explain, but she cut me off with a playful grin.
“Don’t try to hide it, Cathy. I saw the way he held you. There’s definitely something going on between you two. And you’re going to spill the details about how it
