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 pulled in

drink first,”

suit jacket and draped it around her shoulders. Now she was fully enveloped by his scent, his warmth. Another stepping stone on this path they’d started down

talking and 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 sort of proof that her stepmother swindled her way into the will

maybe Sophie was here at this moment to do something for herself. To finally give in and take what she’d denied herself for so

a crooked grin.

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

turned on by a man’s scent before, but, well, everything with Nigel was becoming

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 wall of windows. The swirling snow shone bright as it caught the various lights from buildings and the streets

be so mesmerized by

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

the devil and she was so over them. Give her a nice maxi

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

He could never be there. He could never know she was truly a Blackwell. If he ever discovered why she was