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.

her clutch beneath her arm and pulled in a shaky

drink first,” she admitted,

was fully enveloped by his scent, his warmth. Another stepping stone

search had turned up

she’d denied herself for so long. Because right now, she wanted to be here for Nigel and absolutely nothing, or no one,

a

up to the penthouse. There was plenty of room, yet he stood

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

I’d be so mesmerized by

across the hardwood floors. “You look good in

long, flowy dresses. Pants were of the devil and

ranch and wondered what all was going on now. She missed her French-inspired home in her luxurious gated community. And she desperately missed her own

flash of an image with Nigel in her bedroom pierced her thoughts. He could never be there. He could never know she was truly a Blackwell. If he ever discovered why she