CHAPTER 028: EMILY

Taking a few deep breaths, I stepped into my black heels—like Kevin had suggested—and fastened the straps before grabbing a black clutch for my phone and keys.

I lived on the third floor, and I hurried down the stairs, afraid whoever was picking me up would come up to my apartment if I took too long. I really didn't want any of them to find out how crappy my apartment was. I bet they all had penthouses or something equally impressive.

A very masculine car was parked outside my apartment; it looked so out of place in my street where the only cars here were used middle-class. I didn't know much about cars, not anything really, but I knew a fancy car when I saw one, and this was extremely fancy. It was matte black, had heavily tinted windows, and was sporty looking.

Chris leaned against my building, waiting for me. He was texting on his phone and hadn't seen me yet. I took the time to look him over; he was dressed in another fitted suit, and in opposition to Chris, he looked born in them