From Boardroom to Bedroom

The Blackwood children deserved their own happiness, but Sophie wasn’t sure settling down with some perfect guy was in the cards for her. She certainly wasn’t looking for love. Such an emotion didn’t exist for everyone and she wasn’t holding her breath that it would happen to her.

But lust? Yeah, that was not an issue.

Nigel made her want to throw out her vow to hold on to her virginity until the right man came along. She’d decided long ago there wasn’t a right man or anyone she felt worthy enough to gi

ve that piece of herself to.

She didn’t want to have sex just for the sake of having sex. Maybe she was in the minority with that line of thinking, but she didn’t answer to anyone and she was proud of the fact she didn’t sleep around to feel good about herself.

Nigel, on the other hand, had her envisioning flings and heated nights...and naughty whispers in her ear with that sexy British accent. Maybe if he’d come along sooner in her life, or if she were here under different circumstances, she would see just what could happen if she let herself go and let her desire guide her decision-making.

“Sophie?”

She jerked her attention back to the conversation. “Sorry,” she replied. “I got distracted.”

have to do this. We can

I need to get

“Love you.”

she replied before

she wanted to finish up. The more she proved to be useful, perhaps the more he would trust her

estate to her. Sophie didn’t believe her father had done so just because. But even if he had, Sophie didn’t think she

Sophie was working so closely with Nigel, perhaps she should find ways to use that to her advantage. He would know these women better than probably anyone on the set. They trusted him and

wasn’t about to use her body to get information—she would never do something like that. But spending extra time with Nigel over dinners or coming up with new

it apparent he was interested. Maybe he would trust her with more and then she could get back

Five

feet when Roslyn entered the private room. He’d requested his usual spot on

so sorry I’m late.” Roslyn pulled off her red scarf and coat, then shook out her golden hair. “It takes quite a bit longer to get around the

girl,” he joked, gesturing for her to take a seat in the curved booth

coat and