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 and

first,” she admitted, shivering against the

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

had turned up nothing useful. Wasn’t that why she was here? To get some sort of proof that her stepmother swindled her way into the

was here at this moment to do something for herself. To finally give in and take what she’d denied herself for so long. Because right now, she wanted to be here for Nigel and

drink,” he repeated with a crooked grin.

more aware 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 at her side, with his hand beneath

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

door slid open and she stepped into the penthouse. As she walked through, the lighting automatically lit up her path. The view of the city below drew her to the

be so mesmerized

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

missed her 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

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

be there. He could never know she was truly a Blackwell. If he ever discovered why she was truly here, he’d never forgive her and he’d never believe she hadn’t set out to