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

could use a drink first,” she admitted, shivering against

suit jacket and draped it around her shoulders. Now she was fully enveloped by his scent, his

Miranda, because so far her search had turned

herself. To finally give in and take what she’d denied herself for so long.

a crooked grin. “I can manage

room, yet he stood at her side, with his hand beneath his jacket at the small of her back where her dress dipped low and

of his had tantalized her all evening. She’d never been turned on by a man’s scent before, but, well,

the penthouse. As she walked through, the lighting automatically lit up her path. The view of the city below drew her to the wall of windows.

never thought I’d be so

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

were of the

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

truly a Blackwell. If he ever discovered why she was truly here,