From Boardroom to Bedroom

Date. She really shouldn’t let that term settle in because actual dating wasn’t possible for them. A date would imply there could be more, but other than attraction and flirting...this was all there could be.

Unless she was up front with him with as much as she could be and still not ruin her quest for the downfall of Miranda.

“I’m not naive,” she told him as she took the glass. “I’m also not going to deceive you.”

Well, not any more than she had to.

Nigel held onto his tumbler and raised his brows. “Is there something you think I’ve misunderstood?”

She pulled in a breath and took a sip of her wine before she exposed a very personal truth. “I’ve been focused on my career and trying to grow my design business, so my social life has taken a backseat.”

More like it wasn’t even in the car.

“I want to be the best at any job I do,” she went on. “So dating hasn’t exactly been on my radar.”

take it as a compliment that

before pulling in a deep breath. “What I’m trying to say is that I

now you’re shy?” he asked. “You’ve been so blunt and

squared her shoulders and tipped her chin. “We’ve already agreed there’s an

“Is there a but?”

went on, “you need to know one vital piece of information

and took another step

never been with a man

Seven

or tell him she was joking. But those bright eyes continued to hold his and she didn’t even

woman he’d been craving for days—even though it sure as hell seemed much longer than that—stood before him as vulnerable as she could be. Quite the juxtaposition to her bold, confident personality in every other aspect of her

hadn’t had to tell him, yet she’d trusted

totally understand if you want to end with the drinks

to face her, he stepped closer to her and framed