From Boardroom to Bedroom

Sophie didn’t need the words. She could tell by the way Nigel kept close to her side, the way his eyes would roam over her as if he knew exactly what she looked like out of this sultry red dress that fit her every curve.

When she’d seen all of the options for her to try on, she’d fallen in love with this one immediately, unable to stop herself from imagining how Nigel would respond to the sight of her in it. He hadn’t disappointed. She should’ve turned him down, she should’ve stayed focused on her task and not gotten swept up in all of the glitz and glamour and limo rides with a sexy man.

Yet here she sat in the back of his car as they maneuvered through the city streets. He shifted in his seat and his leg brushed hers, as if she needed the reminder of how close they’d been all evening.

Throughout the entire night, Nigel had constantly touched her in some way—his hand on her lower back to guide her, his thigh aligning with hers beneath the table at dinner, a simple hand holding hers as he led her to and from the car.

“There wasn’t a man in that ballroom who wasn’t mesmerized by you,” he went on. “I’m glad you were my date.”

“So this was a date?” she asked, trying to search his face as the flashes of the lights off the streets and buildings slashed across his features.

“What if it was?”

Be careful.

head, but she ignored it. There was nothing careful about being this close, this attracted to

was lying to the one person she actually wanted to get to know on a

could she even think about something personal

get mixed

the way

have,” he agreed, with a level gaze.

else, but she couldn’t suppress the arousal that spiraled through her. She needed to put a stop to this... She’d needed to stop him long ago,

“Nigel—”

finger stilled.

silent sparring battle

put her career ahead of her personal life for so long. Couldn’t she just take what she wanted? Just this once? Who said she had to save herself for the right man? What if that perfect one never came along? What

murmured. “I can practically see

expected of me.” Her thoughts spilled out before she could keep them inside. “Do you ever

make is on purpose. So, no.