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.”

Kellan asked. “You don’t have to do this. We can find another way to contest the will

fine,” she insisted. “Listen, I need to get back to work, but

“Love you.”

replied before

couple angles she was working on for him and she wanted to finish up. The more she

her finding useful gossip or some sort of concrete proof that Miranda had lured Buck into giving his estate to her. Sophie didn’t believe her father had done so just because. But even if he had, Sophie didn’t think she and her brothers

to her advantage. He would know these women better than probably anyone on the set. They trusted him and confided

spending extra time with Nigel over dinners or coming up with new ideas to get

interested. Maybe he would trust her with more and then she could get back to Royal...before she ended

Five

private room. He’d requested his usual spot on the second floor of Manhattan’s poshest restaurant.

out her

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

and scarf before