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 you made

a deep breath. “What I’m trying to say is that I realize you called this evening a date and I’m

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

She squared her shoulders and tipped her chin. “We’ve already agreed there’s an attraction, so I won’t pretend you don’t hit every button

“Is there a but?”

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

drink and took another step closer to

with

Seven

she was joking. But those bright eyes continued to hold his and she didn’t even offer a hint of

still a virgin. Yet the one 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

she’d trusted him with

the drinks

word, Nigel took the glass from her hand and sat both of their drinks on the accent table. Turning back to