From Boardroom to Bedroom

bsp; There it was. The reason she couldn’t fully enjoy her first sexual experience. Nigel didn’t even know her real name. Guilt and disappointment spiraled through her. She’d finally chosen to give herself to someone, and her pleasure had been robbed by her lies. She had nobody to blame but herself.

How could she let this go any further? Clearly Nigel cared for her on some level. He’d taken his time, he’d made love to her with his mouth, and now he looked as if he was perfectly content with nothing more.

Why couldn’t she have met him before the deceit? Why couldn’t she just tell him who she was and why she was here?

Because her brothers were counting on her and she couldn’t let them down. Miranda had no right to take ownership of a family legacy that meant nothing to her anyway.

“I may be inexperienced,” she told him. “But I’m not naive or dumb. You’ve got to be...frustrated.”

Again, he let out a throaty laugh. “I’ll admit to being a trifle uncomfortable.”

His smile slowly faded and those lingering eyes continued to hold her in place. Another burst of arousal slid through her, coupled with fear of all the unknown components that made up this warped relationship.

At some point, this was all going to blow up in her face and they were both going to end up hurt. The longer she stayed, the more involved they became, the more Sophie knew there would be no good way for this to end.

He raked a hand over his mussed hair and stared down at her, then offered a soft

he told her. “I’ve envisioned you several times, in several ways—spread across my bed,

her thighs. “You’ve been busy,” she joked, though her nerves were even more out of control than they’d been before he’d pleasured

of hair behind her ear and raked his thumb over her chin. “Nobody has been able to distract me from work before and nobody

deep, too intimate... But she knew tonight was just a stepping stone

she replied, still recovering from his touch. “I just didn’t

all, he’d have to see that her attraction to Nigel had nothing at all to do with her plan

it badly? What if he threw her out...and then called Miranda to tell her everything? She couldn’t bring

never felt so guilty, so ugly. But she’d already

her. “I need you to know that. In a

me an extra project to get in my pants. But I’m glad to

proud of the effort she’d put into this faux job. If she’d learned anything from her father, it was how to

he wouldn’t leave them a part of his legacy. Why he would throw it all at Miranda like she deserved more in her blingy, snobby life. The woman mainly stayed in New York with her friends

her life where he was concerned seemed so final, so heartbreaking. Like she