Chloe went into the living room and picked up the last couple of days worth of take-out boxes: Chinese, Pizza, Taco wrappers, and ice cream containers. She peeled a taco off the wall. And picked up a half-eaten Snickers from the armchair. So much for watching her weight, though she wasn't too far gone just yet, maybe 15 pounds heavier than she'd like. She folded her blanket after disposing of the soda bottles and beer cans and an empty bottle of wine. Yeah, she really must have been depressed, and she hadn't even noticed if depressed was even the word for it. Anxious, restless, losing her mind in the boredom that sounds more like it. Her boss had called and told her, per the CEO, probably Darren, she had the month off. Time to deal with the funeral and everything and then a couple weeks to get away and relax after. Only 70% paid, but she didn't really care she'd take it. She was almost done cleaning up and was just about to start picking up their clothes off the floo

When Chloe finally made it back to the guest bedroom, Kendra had cleaned up and was fully dressed. So much for that decade's worth of sexual release, Chloe thought to herself and went off to look for a black dress. Chloe had managed to find a black dress that went to her knees. It had a swing skirt with a black satin ribbon around the hem, and the top and sleeves were lace with a satin camisole slip she wore underneath. She'd worn it once to a function for her father-in-law's car lot. She wasn't sure what it was, some kind of fundraiser, she thought. The funeral was pretty much uneventful long boring speech and prayer with the constant sobbing from Mark Harris throughout. Even though they had forgone the church service, they still had a preacher at the burial that for some reason, decided to make up for the lack of a service. Kendra sat next to Chloe in a black patchwork swing dress that made her look like she should be walking a catwalk somewhere. And how she could

The next morning Chloe got up extra early and threw on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt Kendra had left for her so she wouldn't have to wear her Jon clothes. She was out of the house by seven and headed first to Starbucks for a white chocolate mocha, which she got with skim milk but wasn't sure if that made much of a difference. She then went to see her lawyer. She got to his office just before 8:00 a.m. and sat in her car a minute to send Kendra a text.   What do you think of nude modeling?   Wait, what kind of question is that for Kendra? Chloe shook her head and quickly texted Kendra:   nvm   She opened her door and headed into the office. Just as she was opening the door, she got a call. Really Kendra had to call her to give a response.   "I said never mind," Chloe answered without looking.   "Never mind?" She heard a low sexy voice that sounded very much li

Chloe stood surrounded by lights covered in silver paint again, and she was exhausted. She didn't think she could twist or jump or dance, let alone stand up anymore. She slumped in the chair and slid her feet into the house shoes that she'd left there. "You can use the shower. I'll come scrub the paint off your back in a moment. You can stay here tonight the police won't clear you until tomorrow, so they'll still be looking to drag you in by your hair, no doubt." Kyle told her calmly as he cleaned up the area they had been working in. "Oh, ok, thanks." She walked towards the back room. As she walked past him, he looked at her, then at the robe, she left in the chair, and he raised an eyebrow. She just shrugged and continued towards the door.She got in the shower and sighed under the hot spray of water, and layer after layer of paint swirled down the drain. The shower had multiple heads and settings. It was like being surrounded by an

She kept going over and over it as she glanced in the mirror every so often to see him. Seriously, how could I have ever been interested in him? He thought I was a murderer. Why would he be interested in me? He was coming to take me to prison. And all the while, he was flirting with me and trying to get me in bed. What did he have a fetish for killers or something? She got angrier and angrier the more she thought about it. Chloe wasn't entirely sure whom she was mad at, him or herself for almost falling for him. Then she remembered him telling her he had wanted a second taste before she 'expired.' Of course, he never once told her he believed she was innocent. He wasn't leading her on to believe she would go free. She was just blind to the fact that he thought she was guilty. When she got to the station, she headed to the front door. Detective Johnson pulled up and parked just in front of the fire lane, and jumped out of the car to head her off. "Wrong entrance." He