The morning fog clung to the city like a damp shroud, blurring the edges of the skyscrapers and turning the streetlamps into ghostly smudges of yellow. Chloe arrived at the grey stone house at precisely 7:59 AM. She stood on the porch for a full minute, her heart drumming a frantic rhythm against her ribs.
She had taken his advice. The cream blazer was gone. In its place, she wore a silk emerald-green blouse that draped softly over her curves, the fabric thin enough to hint at the lack of a bra beneath. Her skirt was a black pencil style, shorter than the previous day's, clinging to her hips. She felt exposed, almost naked, yet the feeling was an electric current humming through her veins.
When the door opened, Harrison didn't speak. He stood in the doorway, dressed in a crisp white shi
