Katie didnt exactly enjoy this sort of thing. She just didnt understand why you couldn't write a check and be done. It made no sense to her. Watching a bunch of rich assholes run shoulders for not other reason than to be seen drove her up the wall. She wouldn't even be here if her publicist hadnt all but demanded it. The Flint scandal was causing more problems than it was worth. She tossed back the rest of her champagne and shook her head. Wasn't even bloody fair as she didn't even sleep with him. Everyone thought she did. Part of her felt like she might as well get an orgasm of two out of it if people ready thought they were having sex. She shook her head and headed to the bar. Bloody irritating. Oliver wasn't speaking to her. The hate mail was pouring in and she was already over all of it. Nobody would talk to her and short of saving a drowning puppy she wasn't sure what good being here did.
It wasn't hard to spot Marcus and as she was fairly certain he'd talk to her, she moved to stand next to him. A bit strange to see him after their night. It was mostly a haze but she definitely remembered waking up and him spooning her, his arm thrown around her waist. She'd just groaned and buried her head under the pillow and then made him buy her breakfast. It hadnt been all bad. Except the fallout.
"I'm supposed to avoid you," she said, oping as the bartender handed her another champagne. "Apparently we're a scandal." She gave him an amused smile. "I'm horrible at following rules."