HENRY'S RESIDENT

Zoe had already been on an outing with the billionaire, but this time it was different. She was meeting with him in his penthouse. Thanks to the heads-up she had gotten from Henry, she had spent time with Emily in the boutique to pick out the best dress for the occasion. A car pulled up in front of Emily’s house at 6 p.m., and Zoe peered out the window and groaned, wishing it hadn’t.

Her phone rang, and she crossed over to the table where it lay and stared at the caller’s ID. Seeing Henry’s name displayed made her feel like she was staring down the barrel of a gun. Reluctantly she picked up the phone and answered it.

“Hello Zoe,” Henry’s voice was deep. “My driver is waiting outside your house to pick you up. I hope you are ready?”

“Okay, I’ll be with him shortly,” she replied.

She took a look at herself in the mirror and smiled at how perfectly the silver and black gown she wore accentuated her curves. The dress stopped at her knee. She had done her makeup by herself, and it was perf