It's hot. So hot.

"Are you seriously wearing that?" Damien asked while he eyed her up and down as they stood in his kitchen. 

It was thirty minutes past five and Katherine had gone back to the Royal penthouse, changed her clothes to a more casual one for Emma's birthday dinner, and went back to Damien's place to bid him goodbye before she leaves. However, the man in a black shirt with the sleeves rolled until his elbow, obviously looking like a snack, had his hands on his waist and was giving her a questioning look. 

"Why? What is wrong with what I'm wearing?"

He gave her a thorough examination once again – exposed neck — exposed arms — exposed legs — exposed... lovely face. 

Was it possible to have a tailored suit that would cover all those exposed parts that he didn't like to be exposed?

"Too much skin, Katherine. Is Alan going to be there?" He leaned on the counter, crossing his arms as he looked at her.