No sooner did Chase open the door than Kat wedged her hands against her pronounced hips, a knowing look etched onto her smug, porcelain face. With her curvature on full display, as it so often was, especially when she knew that he would be a captive audience member, Chase fell in line as expected and openly ogled at the ample display of cleavage that her dress provided.<br/><br/>Though he was fairly quick when it came to opening the door, he remained an obstacle standing in the doorway. Kat’s brows quirked, one raising slightly higher than the other, as she seemed to challenge him silently, giving him a once over with her ever judgmental gaze. He started to speak, mentioning that they had a great year and looking her over like a hungry predator.<br/><br/>Kat’s lips ticked a notch wider, even though Chase had just suggested that they break up. The look on her face indicated that she either hadn’t registered what he just said, or it simply didn’t affect her in the slightest. Considering the subject matter at hand, it was unlikely that the latter was the case. Then again, Kat’s expression didn’t exactly clarify things.<br/><br/>Without missing a beat, she lewdly licked her lips. “Ooh, is this a roleplay session? See, I knew you listened to my ideas when they involved spicing up sex.” She pushed her way past him, heading into his apartment with familiarity. Leaning against the wall, she guided one leg up, then popped her heel off her foot, and repeated the same step on the other side.<br/><br/>“Hate sex with the recent ex. I love it.” She straightened up, her pantyhose clad feet pressed flat on his cold floor. Looking at him from over her shoulder, she gave him her best ‘come hither’ eyes. “Well, are you planning on unzipping me, or shredding my dress? You’ll need to replace whatever you rip, so just keep that in mind.” She grinned again, oozing sensuality.