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.

Four

and came to her feet, adjusting her shirt over the top of her black pencil pants. She really wished she hadn’t gone all out in the transformation. She missed the comfortable yet fashionable dresses that had become her trademark. A good maxi

could be brutal. She certainly missed the warmth and sunshine back in Royal, but she truly felt

on her 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

desk. “I didn’t hear anything

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

and waved her phone. “I forgot I put it on

problem,” he replied. “So, how’s everything going? Settling in

“Seems to be

overheard Mr. Townshend chatting with a few guys from the camera crew.” Craig stepped into her office and lowered his voice. “He mentioned you

posts but also various ways to showcase small segments to continue to draw new viewers in. She was trying to

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

pay off for

show.” Craig

apparently it was still just at the rumor stage—Nigel must not have 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