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.

adjusted her clutch beneath her arm and

a drink first,” she admitted, shivering

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

search had turned up nothing useful. Wasn’t that why she

denied herself for so long.

repeated with a crooked grin. “I can manage

of any man in her life than she was in that elevator on their way up to the penthouse. There was plenty of room, yet he stood

her all evening. She’d never been turned on by a man’s scent before,

of the city below drew her to the wall of windows. The swirling snow shone bright as it caught the

be so mesmerized

floors. “You look good in the city. This

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 over skinny jeans and tailored

her French-inspired home in her luxurious gated community. And

an image with Nigel in her bedroom pierced her thoughts. He could never be there. He could never know she was truly a