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My phone rings at six in the evening.

“Are you still at work?” Chloe asks.

“I’m about to walk out. Where are you?”

“In front of your place.”

I smile.

“You’re crazy.”

She chuckles.

“More like I have nothing else to do. I’m ready to party.”

Laughing, I make a beeline for my beat-up car.

“It’s only six o’clock.”

“I know how long it takes you to get ready, so I’m here to assist you.”

I grin.

“Sure. Like I need your help.”

“I think you do.”

I reach my car, slide into the driver’s seat, turn on the engine, and steer it out of the parking lot.

We talk all the way to my place.

She’s waiting for me in front of the house, decked out in something that looks like fancy pajamas from afar.

She sure knows how to make a fashion statement. She’s always been bold in her clothing choices.

Slowing my car to a stop, I take a better look.

“No, you didn’t,” I say, laughing, turning off the engine and rising from the driver’s seat.

I sling my backpack over the shoulder, shut the door, and head her way.

“What exactly are you wearing?”

Smiling from ear to ear, she spins around to show me what she’s picked for tonight.

The silky set is comprised of long flowing, low sitting pants revealing her teasing hips and navel, and a cropped, half-buttoned top exposing her skin and black lace bra.

The straps of her matching panties peek out from above the waistband of her pants.

Her long, dark, shiny hair tumbles down her back in lazy rings, setting off her white outfit.

Silver jewelry highlights her small earlobes, delicate wrists, sculpted collarbones, and long fingers.

Her outfit looks like the love child of a rapper and a fashion house.

She even wears dark sunglasses, although the sun is quietly sliding down to go to sleep.

“I look like a librarian next to you,” I say. “What kind of party do you have in mind?”

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