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 arm and pulled

first,” she admitted, shivering against the

around her shoulders. Now she was fully enveloped by his scent, his warmth. Another

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 and

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

a crooked

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 his jacket at the small of her back where her dress

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

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

I’d be so mesmerized by

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

knew how much she 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

her French-inspired home

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 was truly