Jasmine's POV

"ZENIA! ZENIA!" I called for my sister as soon as I entered my apartment.

I rushed to her bedroom where I found her hiding her chest area with a bed sheet and a male voice was coming from the computer. I only managed to get a quick look at him.

He had sandy brown hair and hair and brown eyes.

"Jesus! Jasmine what are you doing home so early?" she asked with a panic and shut the computer.

"Girl, were you having Skype sex with some guy?" I asked with a laugh.

Her face flushed with embarrassment and I couldn't help but to laugh even harder. "So that's what you do when I'm at work? And I thought you told me last night that you're starting a summer job at Las Chicas Boutique. Why aren't you at work?" I folded my arms and waited for her answer.

She put on her tank top and got out of the bed. "The manager called me this morning. I'll be starting tomorrow afternoon."

"That's great. I'm so proud of you."

"Thanks. I'm willing to help you wherever I can. The rent is on me this month."

"No. I want you to save. Open up an account and save your money."

"Okay. I'll do that. Why are you home so early though? It's not even 12:00 yet."

A big smile spread across my face and her eyes lit up because she knew I had a juicy gossip for her, but I wanted to tease her first.

"So, guess what?" I started.

"What? What? What?"

"I have a dinner date this evening."

"Bradley is really desperate," she said coldly and sat on her bed.

"No, girl. I have a dinner date with Mr. CEO of Hollen Tower!" I screamed as I did a silly dance.

Zenia rushed to me with a big hug and a loud squeal. "Are you serious? Where's he taking you?"

"To his parents house," I answered as a cold chill calmed my heated nerves.

"What?" Zenia asked, stepping back. "He's already taking you home to meet his folks?"

"No... Well, yes... It's more like a business date sort of thing."

"Bitch, shut up. Stop trying to limit this. He's taking you home to his mom and dad for a dinner date, this is a big deal. He likes you, Jassy. How many rich guys takes their assistants to their family house."

"A few."

"Exactly. You've made an impact on this man."

"Girl, whatever! Can you please use some of your magic on me this evening? I'm dinning with his mom, dad, sister and younger brother. I want to make a good first impression, especially on his mom, since I already met his father."

"Really?"

''Yeah. He came by the office for a meeting with his son. Can you believe he hugged me instead of shaking my hand like a normal gentleman? He's not stuck up for a rich man. He's so down to earth and friendly, and funny too."

"Jas , this is great. Play your cards right and you'll end up the next Mrs. Hollen."

I laughed.

Picturing myself getting married to Evan Hollen. That was almost every woman's dream. I would need a very long ladder to climb to that level.

"Come on, let's pick out something for me to wear."

Zenia loved fashion. We rampaged through my closet, looking for the perfect outfit.

"How about this black one?" I asked her.

"No. Black is too average. You'll look like another woman he once dated and grew tired of. You want to stand out, not fit in."

I rolled my eyes at her. This chick is crazy.

"Okay, well this red one is nice," I said, taking the dress off the closet rod and passing it over to her.

"No. Red is too loud for the first date. You don't want to go over the top with this. Red is a powerful color. Save it for the third date."

I had no idea that there was a color code to these things but, leave it up to my sister, she'd alternate everything to fit her fashion ego.

"Move out of the way," Zenia said, pushing me aside and standing in the closet. She scanned my dresses. "Here!" she said, tossing over a white two piece dress with long lace sleeves.

"This?" I asked alarmingly.

She scoffed at my reaction. "Yes.copy right hot novel pub