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.

clutch beneath her arm

a drink first,” she admitted, shivering against the

was fully enveloped

she’d find more information on Miranda, because so far her search had turned up nothing useful. Wasn’t that why she was here? To get some

what she’d denied herself for so long. Because right now, she wanted to be here for Nigel and

repeated with a crooked grin.

There was plenty of room, yet he stood at her side, with his hand beneath his

never been turned on

walked through, the lighting automatically lit up her path. The view of the city below drew her to the wall of windows. The swirling snow shone bright as it caught

be

shifted across the hardwood floors. “You look good in the city. This life suits

boots and flip-flops, her long, flowy dresses. Pants were of the devil and she

on now. She missed her French-inspired home

He could never know she was truly a Blackwell. If he ever discovered why she was truly here, he’d