Guy's apartment wasn't anything near flash. Marcella had not traded up in this transaction. But she didn't hate Guy like she hated Troy. She looked around as they stepped in, quietly judging the place but not letting him know that. There were a few flashy objects, like a watch she was sure she'd picked out for John to send to him, but overall Guy's style was not ostentatious.
She slid off her jacket and set it down on the suitcase, and took a few steps towards the bed, hoping that it felt comfortable at least. Well. She supposed she was going to sleep with him now, so it better be. Deciding to take the lead, she kicked off her shoes and looked back at Guy over her shoulder.