Chapter 8
Clara had her driver drop her off outside the skyscraper in downtown Manhattan and as she stood on the sidewalk she pressed her hand to her midriff, as if trying to stop the butterflies from flitting in her tummy. It was Friday night, her date night with Elian and she was nervous as hell.
Naomi, Bliss and Cat had all descended on her closet earlier today to help her figure out what to wear. She had left work early to prepare and their teasing had been coupled with reassurances that she was going to do great. Naomi had done a background check on Elian and had given Clara an entire file that included a criminal record check, a summary of every woman he’d ever dated, his entire family back three generations and his voting record since he was old enough to vote. She had read every
