Lucan stood patiently outside, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, his gaze fixed down the hallway. The faint shuffle of footsteps on the hardwood floor drew his attention, and moments later, Katie emerged from the room.
She wore a crisp white shirt, the fabric clinging just enough to accentuate her figure without being overtly revealing. The shirt's top button was undone, offering a teasing glimpse of her collarbone and the delicate curve of her neckline. The material of her black skirt hugged her hips snugly, and stockings highlighted her long, shapely legs as she moved with an effortless grace. Her outfit was completed with a tailored black coat draped casually over her forearms.
As she skipped a step, her movements were buoyant, and the natural bounce in her stride caused her breast to rise and fall subtly beneath the crisp fabric of her shirt. She didn't wear a bra.