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.

arm

first,” she admitted, shivering

her shoulders. Now she was fully enveloped by his scent, his warmth. Another stepping stone on this path

of wine sounded good right about now. Who knows, maybe they could start talking and she’d find more information on Miranda, because so far her search had turned up nothing useful. Wasn’t that

herself. To finally give in and take what she’d denied herself for so long. Because right now, she wanted

he repeated with a crooked grin. “I

to the penthouse. There was plenty of room, yet he stood at her side, with his hand beneath his jacket at the small

his had tantalized her all evening. She’d never been turned on by a man’s scent before, but, well, everything with Nigel was becoming

view of the city below

never thought I’d be so mesmerized

across the hardwood floors. “You look good in

of the devil and she was so over them. Give her a nice maxi or A-line sheath any day

ranch and wondered what all was going on now. She missed her

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