Kat had been thinking about how Diego mentioned the word cute not being a descriptor she wanted for the guy she’d be bringing with her to events. Her consideration went back to Chase, who barely attended events with her anyway. Though he was without question considered hot, rather than cute, it wasn’t like he made for the best company. If she could even consider him company at all.<br/><br/>Mostly, he would show up when she told him to and they would arrive together, in fashionable style. They were sometimes photographed on their way inside, but then once it came time to mingle and schmooze, something Kat had been learning to do from her parents from childhood, Chase would disappear. Instead of helping her rub elbows, he would be trying to rub the wait staff up and down, instead.<br/><br/>The more that she reflected back to her time with Chase, the more she wondered what in the hell she ever saw in him. And then she remembered how he used to fuck her. That was ultimately all it came down to, wasn’t it?<br/><br/>Kat dispelled those thoughts away when Doug came out of the booth with Diego and showed her the suit she had picked out. They discussed styles and cost of tailoring the set to make him look even sharper. She wasn’t sure if he could hear her easily from the other side of the room, especially considering there was a TV in the corner, blaring some baseball game, and music overhead playing some 90’s playlist.<br/><br/>She sent Doug to the back with the task of tailoring the suit to perfection, letting him know that they didn’t mind waiting for it. With him preoccupied, Kat walked over to the fitting area and pulled the curtain concealing Diego open. She stepped in, then closed the curtain behind her. “Ooh,” she cooed, first looking at the limited space. “It’s pretty cramped in here, isn’t it?”<br/><br/>Finally, she then let her gaze fall down his minimal outfit. “You know, you got me thinking… maybe it would be better if you looked hot instead of cute.” She perked a brow, her smile nothing short of mischievous. “Why don’t you lose the shirt and show me what you’re working with,” she suggested, though it sounded like less of a suggestion and more of an expectation.