Emma stood outside the sleek apartment building at exactly 7:55 p.m., nerves twisting in her stomach like barbed wire. The doorman had already buzzed her up after Kane texted the code. She wore a simple black wrap dress that tied at the waist, easy to remove, just as he’d ordered. Beneath it, nothing. The cool evening air whispered against her bare skin with every step, a constant reminder of how exposed she already was.
The elevator ride to the top floor felt endless. When the doors opened, Kane was waiting in the doorway, still in his dress shirt from the day, sleeves rolled up, gray eyes dark with anticipation.
“You’re early,” he noted, a hint of approval in his voice. “Good.”
He pulled her inside without another word, closing the door and locking it. The apartment was modern and mas
