After Brandi was primped within an inch of her life, she pulled on the dress that Zach had bought her. He’d even remembered to have the boutique send shoes. They weren’t kitten heels, but they weren’t too tall for her to walk in them. Zach towered over her so she had a lot of leeway for the height of her shoes.

With one last look in the full-length mirror in what would be her personal bathroom, she exited. Zach was waiting patiently by the elevator. He didn’t say anything, but he smiled while his gaze raked up and down her. She knew a look of male appreciation when she saw one.

He looked handsome in his black suit and red tie, but she wasn’t going to mention it. His ego didn’t need any stroking. He motioned toward the elevator. “You ready?”

“Yes.”