As soon as she stepped into the fitting room, Kat was all too aware of the space, or lack thereof. The smile that spread over her face widened even more when she noticed how Diego took a step backward, trying to create distance between them, even though he knew that it was futile.<br/><br/>She simply hummed a tune as her reply to his question, which sounded slightly flustered on his tongue, perhaps despite his intentions. When he inquired as to the difference between cute and hot, Kat shrugged a shoulder. “We’ll just have to see.” Her answer couldn’t have been more coy.<br/><br/>When Diego actually raised the hem of his shirt up and worked it over his lean body, Kat wasn’t necessarily surprised. After all, she had fully expected that he would comply with her request, even if it was voiced a little more like a demand. Even still, Kat wasn’t used to someone refusing her.<br/><br/>And she was thankful that she wouldn’t have to start getting used to it now.<br/><br/>Diego pulled his shirt over his head, lean muscles on full display. They were subtle enough that they didn’t bulge, yet noticeable enough that they drew in her gaze. Kat suddenly was at a loss for words, which was something that didn’t happen to her very often.<br/><br/>He then posed a question to her and Kat could only nod, while she continued to gape at him. Finally, she managed to blink and cleared her throat, tearing her gaze from his torso and forcing herself to look up at his face. “Well… I see… I have nothing to worry about in, um, this department.” She nodded curtly, like a woman struck by something.<br/><br/>“I’ll just let you go and get dressed.” She reached out, as if she was going to pat him, then realized that she would have been touching his bare skin if she followed through, and instead patted the air. “Okay,” she murmured to herself, then stepped out of the fitting room area and closed the curtain behind her, taking a deep, hopefully quiet breath.<br/><br/>Once again, Diego had proved that he was full of surprises.