Catalina POV

“Good morning, Miss Zuleta,” Matias greeted nonchalantly.

“GOOD MORNING?! This is how you greet your guests?” I cupped my hand and submerged it below the water and quickly threw it at him to make him step away.

He didn’t even flinch.

“We agreed on 8:00,” he reminded me sternly. “I don’t like being late.”

“Well, I’m sorry, but if you didn’t notice, I can’t ...