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

drink first,” she admitted, shivering against the

fully enveloped by his scent, his warmth. Another stepping stone on this path they’d

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

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

a crooked

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

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

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

be so mesmerized by

shoes shifted across the hardwood floors. “You look good in

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

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