Chapter 11

Zoey didn't catch what he said and asked, "What was that?"

Henry just shook his head. "Nothing."

Even though she thought it was odd, she was too wrapped up in Henry's decision to stop investing to dig any deeper into his words.

When he asked about her on-site guidance, she wondered, 'Does Mr. Windsor think I'm not good enough to be a supervisor?'

After thinking it over, she figured that must be it.

Henry squinted slightly, his lazy gaze drifting over Zoey. It seemed she hadn't figured out the real issue.

He said slowly, "I just don't think you're cut out for guiding passionate scenes. Someone without experience giving bad advice will just waste the crew's time."

Zoey's brows furrowed, and she said, "Without experience? I've worked with at least ten Hollywood crews. I might have more experience than you. How could you..."

She stopped mid-sentence, noticing Henry's amused expression, and suddenly got what he meant.

Her face turned red.

But being stubborn, she said defiantly, "Mr. Windsor, don't underestimate me. I've got all the experience I need."

Even if it was just that one time three years ago.

Henry chuckled. "All the experience you need, huh?"

He had thoroughly checked into Zoey's life over the past three years and knew she only had her best friend around.

Feeling underestimated, Zoey's competitive spirit kicked in.

She leaned in, placing her hands on the cushion behind Henry, trapping him.

Her body moved closer, her knees on either side of his thighs, looking down at him. Up close, his beauty was even more striking.

Her eyes trembled slightly as she said, "I don't do this often."

She reached out, her fingertip sliding over his Adam's apple, moving downward.

His Adam's apple moved with her touch, and Henry's gaze deepened.

Henry's reaction boosted Zoey's confidence. Her fingers continued down but stopped at the buttons.

Should she unbutton them? How did others seduce?

Not confident enough to face Henry's bare chest, she used her palm, feeling his firm chest muscles through the shirt. It felt nice, and she couldn't help but touch more.

But since Henry's eyes darkened earlier, he hadn't shown any other physiological reaction. Did she have no effect on him?

Zoey's competitive spirit flared again, and her hand moved down, feeling his abs through the shirt. She remembered those abs from three years ago.

She couldn't help but swallow.

Her delicate hand roamed over his abs.

Henry laughed softly, the vibration felt in her palm. "Are you checking my functions?"

He didn't seem seduced, looking at Zoey like a playful kitten.

Zoey bit her lip and made a decision. She pulled his shirt up, touching his hot skin, which made her quickly pull back her hand and disrupted her emotions.

It was even more intense than she imagined. But she didn't dare touch him again.

Zoey's gaze moved from his abs to his face, seeing his relaxed expression, she felt annoyed.

She freed one hand to pinch Henry's chin and kissed him, hesitating for a moment as their lips met.

Henry's pupils contracted when she kissed him, his breath catching for a second. It worked!

She continued, pecking at his lips.

Henry laughed again. "This is my mouth, not rice."

He implied she was pecking his lips like a chicken.

Zoey glared at Henry, pulled back a bit, and ordered in a low voice, "Open your mouth."

Henry raised an eyebrow. "You've got some nerve to order me around."

She seized the moment to kiss him again, her tongue cautiously probing and then retreating nervously when it touched his upper lip.

Admittedly, it was a bit embarrassing; she wasn't very good at kissing.

Henry's eyes darkened further, and he tilted his head to respond by nibbling on her lower lip.

Zoey, startled by the unfamiliar sensation, hurriedly pushed him away, trying to create some distance.

But Henry didn't give her the chance. One hand gripped her waist, pulling her towards him, while the other pressed on her neck, denying her any escape. His tongue soothed her lips gently before plunging in as he deepened the kiss.

In the confined space, only the sound of exchanged saliva could be heard.

Zoey had no defense, her hands unknowingly wrapping around Henry's neck.

As their lips briefly parted, a string of saliva connected them.

Zoey barely had time to catch her breath before Henry pulled her back into the passionate kiss.

Her eyes gradually became dazed, following Henry's movements. The corners of her eyes and the tips of her ears turned red as if about to bleed.

Henry's actions became increasingly rough, pressing her waist to make her sit on his lap.

Zoey felt herself sitting on a hard object, and after a moment of confusion, she realized what it was, her cheeks burning even more.

'It should be enough.' She thought hazily, but Henry's heavy breathing and deep kisses quickly enveloped her in desire, making her unconsciously respond to his kisses, never getting enough.

Henry was completely aroused, his hand on her waist caressing her back.

The heat from his palm on her back made Zoey's mind even more muddled.

She couldn't handle such an impact, her hands pressing on Henry's shoulders, trying to create some distance to clear her head.

Henry's large hand pressed on her back, soothingly pecking her lips before kissing her chin and neck, lightly biting her collarbone.

"Ow." Zoey moaned softly.

His veins bulging on his temples, he held her back with one hand, making her chest arch towards him, biting her lightly through the thin fabric of her underwear.

His other hand ventured into her long dress, sliding up her leg to her thigh, his fingers touching the lace edge of her panties.

Realizing where his hand was, Zoey suddenly woke up to his action, quickly getting up and retreating, frantically adjusting her clothes.

Her eyes darted around, accidentally seeing the bulge in Henry's crotch. Her face blushed, and she hastily stared at the ground.

"Is that enough proof?"

Henry's eyes were filled with a desire so intense it made her frightened.

Zoey quickly said, "I will ensure the quality of the movie. I won't let you lose money."

Her peripheral vision involuntarily glanced at Henry's crotch again. It was terrifying; his penis was still erect.

"Is that all you have to say?" Henry's voice was hoarse, struggling to control himself.

Zoey nodded repeatedly. "Mr. Windsor, I hope you won't withdraw the investment, and I will give you a satisfactory film."

Her voice was sticky, still carrying the lingering desire from earlier. But her expression was firm, and she was clearly very confident in her abilities.

Her spirited look made Henry even more aroused.

Realizing he had been played by a woman, Henry suddenly laughed angrily, deliberately making things difficult. "Just a verbal promise? I'm afraid that's not sincere enough."