From Boardroom to Bedroom

“I don’t think it’s some type of unicorn myth, but I haven’t exactly had time to devote myself to looking. Though my grandmother is more than ready to marry me off and start another line of Townshends.”

“That sounds a bit archaic,” she scoffed.

“You don’t know my grandmother. The woman is a force to be reckoned with. I’m terrified of her.”

Roslyn laughed. “Well, maybe you should be looking for Mrs. Townshend.”

Or maybe he should work on figuring out how to get Roslyn out of his every waking fantasy. How could he even think about another woman with the way he wanted her?

And what Nigel wanted, he always got.

Now if he could figure out how the hell to get around his own rule of not getting involved with his employees all while saving his show, he could retain his sanity and stay in control.

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from her desk and came to her feet, adjusting her shirt over the top of her black pencil pants. She really wished she hadn’t gone

in New York, she was happy for the extra layers. Mercy, that wind could be brutal. She certainly missed the warmth and sunshine back

door frame had her lifting her head to see Craig. “Hey. Mr. Townshend called and wants you to meet him for dinner. He texted you the address and time, but he

on her desk. “I didn’t

tapped the screen and, sure enough, there was a message from Nigel about dinner, but she’d also missed two from her

waved her phone. “I forgot I put it on

he replied. “So, how’s everything going?

nodded. “Seems to be

camera crew.” Craig stepped into her office and lowered his voice. “He mentioned you and some of your ideas for capturing snippets for teasers for

lunch yesterday, she’d not only discussed posts but also various ways to showcase small segments to continue to draw new viewers in. She was trying to appeal to all walks of life, no matter the stage

hated being deceitful. Nigel and Craig and everyone else she’d encountered were so nice to her, making sure she felt

I just hope those ideas pay

the show.” Craig

told anyone but her. She felt quietly honored at his faith in her discretion. Sophie might want to pull out all the gossip on Miranda she could, but she wasn’t about to add anything to the mix or get into the lives of the other women. And there was no