From Boardroom to Bedroom

“How am I going to get home?” she asked.

Nigel smiled. “If that’s where you want to go, I’ll have him come back.”

“And my other option?”

“Coming up to the penthouse with me.”

She took one step toward him, silently telling him she wanted just that. She wasn’t sure why he brought her here, maybe he wanted to do some work later, maybe he wanted her to feel like they were on neutral ground since they both worked here...she had no clue.

Her imagination went into overdrive and she wasn’t so sure she was ready for more than this sexual banter and heavy tension. But if not now...when?

They were clearly attracted to each other and they were both adults. She was tired of always working. Even with her fake work she was working.

While she loved her job, it had always come ahead of her own personal life. Like now. Even her faux job was getting in her way.

beneath her arm and pulled in a shaky

first,” she

it around her shoulders. Now she was fully enveloped by his scent, his warmth. Another stepping

her search had turned up nothing useful.

maybe Sophie was here at this moment to do something for herself. To finally give in and take what she’d denied herself for so long. Because right now,

he repeated with a crooked grin. “I can manage

she was in that elevator on their way up to the penthouse. There was plenty of room, yet he

never been turned on by a man’s scent before, but, well,

the lighting automatically lit up her path. The view of the city below drew her to the wall of windows. The swirling

thought I’d be

dress shoes shifted across the hardwood floors. “You look good in the city. This

missed her old self. Her boots and flip-flops, her long, flowy dresses. Pants were of the devil and she was so over them. Give her a nice maxi or A-line sheath any day

what all was going on now. She missed her French-inspired home in her luxurious

be there. He could never know she was truly a Blackwell. If he ever discovered