Katie didnt hate dresses but pants were so much more comfortable and you didn't have to worry about them blowing around and showing off your knickers. Plus, they weren't warm and while she wasn't modest... She'd just never felt like herself dressed like this. Even Lexi made fun of her owning two normal bras and about thirty sports bras. Half the time that's how she wandered about her house. It was just who she was. Athletic pants and sports bras. Jeans and hoodies. Tanks and shorts. Her closet had a few dresses for events that she usually gave away. She wasn't allowed to be seen in the same thing and designers threw their clothes at her whenever a red carpet was involved so it wasn't like she needed to own many.
"Marcus," she said, rolling her eyes, stopping her swinging foot. "They're just legs. Stop staring at them." She liked her legs but really? He'd hardly stopped looking since she sat down. "They've kicked you often enough that you really should be more terrified of them turned on."
The girls little retort and flirty smile had Katie feeling slightly put off. She'd heard the hate mail had been pouring in over and over. It was really obnoxious. She hated it. Flint wa speovably getting nothing and she practically had a scarlet letter on her chest. "Lucky to be you," she glowered, taking another sip of champagne. "She'll get over it when the next woman Oliver is linked with is announced. It'll probably be Alicia."
She laughed bd rolled her eyes. "Somehow I doubt anything involving you is a free pass," she said, raising a brow as his eyes roamed over her legs. "I promise they haven't changed in the last three minutes."