Author Notes : This fan fiction is a sister-fic of Betty's Little Secret. The two fics are independent but were written with the suggestion of writing a story about Betty wearing pleather in the first episode. My fic, Henry's Little Secret, is from Henry's point of view and has him finding the pics. The other fic, Betty's Little Secret is from her point of view and her trying to keep the pics from Henry.

As usual my thanks to all of my muses at the IC Henry Betty chat room where we talk HB every night….and where I am inspired to write something every day.

Story Assumptions I guess this would be considered AU-alternate universe - it starts right before 'Fake Plastic Snow' and in this story there is NO CHARLIE, she never shows up and does not exist. Also, the downfall of the Walter and Betty relationship is moved up. Enjoy and please review.

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Chapter One

Henry was sitting at his desk reviewing the November expense statements for the last time before filing them. He had to give it to the mode executive team and especially the Chief Financial Officer; they had extra checks and balances in place for every expense. Some people might think it was too much but he was actually impressed by it.

He finished his review and logged the results into the designated file. He checked his email and then looked at the clock. Noon. His first instinct was to call Betty to have lunch but then he remembered that the last time they had gone to lunch it hadn't turned out great. And, as much as he wanted to go to lunch with her, the fact was, she had a boyfriend. There wasn't much he could do about that. So he moved his chair back from his desk and headed downstairs to the cafeteria.

He got a sandwich, some chips, a cookie and a soda and headed for a table in the back where he could relax and steer clear of the usual lunchroom chaos. He liked to people watch while he was eating too and today seemed to be a good day for that.

He was about halfway through eating, getting ready to start on his cookie, when he saw her walk in. It was amazing how with all of these so-called beautiful people in the room, she was the one that lit it up making his insides go to mush. He watched her walk through the lunch line and try to balance her tray and whatever papers she had in her hand while she paid. He couldn't help but smile. She was just so radiant. Like him, she retreated to a back corner of the lunchroom to eat and read whatever paperwork she had brought with her. She hadn't seen him, which allowed him to continue to focus his attention on her while he finished his lunch.

She pushed her glasses up her nose and intently read through her papers. She looked up briefly and her serious contemplation of the work she was reading vanished as her face broke into a huge smile. Henry looked in the direction of her gaze and saw her boyfriend, Walter, in the entry way to the cafeteria. Walter saw her and walked toward her. Once he got to the table, he bent down and gave her a quick kiss. Betty smiled at him and he sat down with her. Henry watched as they entered into friendly conversation. Soon he was done with his own lunch and looked at his watch. One. He wanted to stay and watch them, well, watch her, but he had to get back to his desk. So he gathered up his trash and left the cafeteria.

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The next day, he was sitting at his desk when a new email from his boss popped on the screen. He had a new audit he wanted Henry to work on, a review of the first two issues Daniel had been in charge of and the expenses associated with each. He was to review, not only the paperwork, but also the photo shoot information as well as the magazine itself to make sure every expense matched up. His boss told him he would have the documentation needed delivered to him later that afternoon and he had until next week to get the two issues reviewed. It was Tuesday now and Henry thought the job could easily be accomplished in the time allowed.

It was nearly four-thirty which one of the file room clerks came in with a rolling cart carrying two large file boxes. One for each issue, he imagined. He signed for the boxes and took them off the cart. The file clerk left and Henry looked at the two boxes. The one marked for the 2nd issue, he picked up and locked in a secure file cabinet that was assigned to him. The one for the 1st issue, he sat up on his desk and opened. He peered inside and pulled out the copy of the final issue itself and then started looking through the folders. He looked at his watch and realized it was almost five so he picked several of the folders out of the box; receipts, outsourcing, Fabia Cosmetics business plan, photo shoot/not used and photo shoot/used. He figured he would take these home and get a start tonight.

After removing the files, he took the box with the remaining contents and moved it to the secure file cabinet. He came back to his desk and put the files in his briefcase along with a fresh pad of paper and some empty folders for his audit notes. He checked his email one last time and headed out.

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That night Henry had stayed in and ordered Chinese food. He sat on the couch flipping through news channels while he ate from the carton. After finding nothing worth watching, he turned off the TV and sat in silence finishing his dinner. He put the leftovers in the refrigerator and grabbed his briefcase and put it on his desk in the back of the room by the windows. It was starting to get dark so he turned on his desk lamp and opened the briefcase.

He had decided that a couple of hours of pre-work tonight would help kick off his day tomorrow and hopefully he could get the 1st issue audited by Friday. He pulled the files out and piled them on his desk laying his notepad to the side for notes. He started with the business plan folder. It looked like there were two plans for this campaign, which immediately caused him to raise a brow in concern. He assumed this was why there were two photo folders, one not used and one used. He read through the campaign that was marked as REVISED and made a few notes on his paper and then he grabbed the folder of photos marked NOT USED. He opened the folder and nearly fell from his chair. He quickly closed it again and re-adjusted his glasses. Surely he was seeing things. He slowly opened the folder again and there in the middle of the photo before him was Betty.

This time instead of closing the folder, he quickly took his notepad and laid it across the picture. Again, he adjusted his glasses and with a sigh he slowly moved the notepad up the picture. In sight first, was a pair of long silver boots with a cuff at the top. The heels were high and knowing whose legs were in them made his mouth go dry. He licked his lips and continued to slide the notepad up the picture. He was so used to seeing Betty in layers of clothing that the reveal of skin above her waistline again made him catch his breath. When he had revealed the picture to the neckline, he stopped, unwilling to reveal the face that went with the body exposed before him. The red and black faux leather outfit concealed nothing and whatever he had imagined lied beneath those layers, he was not prepared for the effect her exposed skin would have on him.

Henry stood from his desk abruptly and paced across the living room. He walked over to the desk and pulled the notepad away from the picture revealing her face. Obviously, the clothes were not made to be worn by her and didn't fit the way they would have on the model they were intended for but it didn't take away from the effect that they would have on anyone that looked at her they way he did. Still standing, he quickly flipped through the remaining pictures and then put them back in the folder and closed it.

What had made her pose in these pictures and who else had seen them ? Suddenly Henry felt very protective over them and even jealous of the photographer that had taken them and everyone in the room when they were shot. He wanted to talk to Mr. Meade about this tomorrow. His plan to work on the rest of the audit tonight was ruined.

Henry picked up the files and put them back in his briefcase and headed for the shower, a cold one, and then bed.