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Catalina stretched her body and tried to gain the flexibility which Mason had. Even though he was a muscular man his body moved with the flow of air. She couldn't seem to forget how he easily performed the task. She praised him mentally and wiped the grin off her face. She attempted more than fifty times but couldn't perfectly copy his movements. At 9 PM she Obediently like a kid started looking out for the place where she was supposed to have dinner. Surprisingly for her there was no one at the dining table. But the table was set and food was covered waiting for the people to start eating. She looked around for a while and saw one of the maids coming in her direction. " Sir asked you to wait for him. He is in a meeting but it won't take more than 20 minutes. Please wait for him. " The maid told her. Catalina cursed him in her head. This man won't leave a single chance to get closer to her. If truth was to be told then she feared the way he looked at her when they were alone toge
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