From Boardroom to Bedroom

No, she wouldn’t lose sight of why she was here. Her job was to find what she needed to secure her and her brothers’ family legacy. Nothing more.

If maintaining her cover meant that her business ideas helped Nigel and she assisted in making any part of his team stronger, that would just be extra.

Sophie figured by the end of this charade everyone would win.

* * *

Nigel was still smiling when Roslyn arrived at the penthouse suite. He should’ve kept this meeting in his office, all professional, but that was not what had come out of his mouth, so here they were.

The woman was quite intriguing. He didn’t know her well, but everything he’d uncovered so far seemed so fascinating. The fact she’d basically called his staff incompetent both irked and amused him. He couldn’t wait to see what she thought she knew that could beat the carefully crafted plans from the well-educated, experienced team he’d personally vetted for these positions.

Maybe her ideas held merit or maybe she was just full of herself. Either way, he admired her for having the confidence to speak up...as if he needed more reasons to find her attractive.

Today she wore a fitted pair of black ankle pants with a black jacket and red pumps. Those damn pumps matched her lips. She looked like a ’50s pinup come to life and, like an idiot, he’d purposely put himself alone with her. But he had a feeling she could have shown up wearing sweats and sneakers and he’d still have found her just as striking because his attraction wasn’t just to the exterior... She was damn smart and bold. Qualities he couldn’t ignore.

and the way his body responded when she looked at him. He already

stepped from the elevator. “There’s quite a variety. I assume you don’t eat sushi all the

the chrome-and-glass desk

they made their plates, he took note of things she liked, things she overlooked. He found he wanted to know everything about her...and please her with this knowledge in the

when I searched for a consultant. I need that fresh look on things from someone who isn’t in the industry, but who

a seat at the desk across from each other. Instead of starting on her lunch, Roslyn pulled up her computer and swiveled it

plugged in a few numbers to give

his lunch, as well. He watched as she pointed from one colored area to the next. She’d clearly pulled numbers from the latest rankings

the targeted viewers are mainly on social media during these times. But your posts are going up during different times and missing

a few posts that had come the closest to hitting the time slots she’d highlighted. “Look at the difference in engagement—the uptick in likes, retweets, responses. If you put up the juicier posts—the ones with more exciting content—in these time slots, I think you’d

thoughts made perfect sense...which made him wonder why his very well-paid team

the few minutes since we spoke?” he asked, turning his attention back to

also made some mental notes, so I may have missed a few of the opinions,” she admitted. “But, it was merely a matter of plugging numbers in. I’ve taken quite a few online marketing classes, so I just used what I’ve learned. It’s a rough

smart. He was in a hell of a lot of trouble