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.

clutch beneath her arm and

drink first,” she admitted, shivering

his 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

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

denied herself for so

with a crooked grin. “I

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

never been turned on by a

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

be

dress shoes shifted across the hardwood floors. “You

missed her old self. Her boots and flip-flops, her long, flowy dresses. Pants were of the devil

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

truly a Blackwell. If he ever