From Boardroom to Bedroom

Sophie eased back and studied his face. “Then what do you mean?”

“There’s no reason we can’t enjoy each other’s company,” he told her. “I like being with someone whose body isn’t the only sexy part. You’re a match to my business mind and that’s refreshing in this industry. You challenge me to be better and that’s quite an admirable trait.”

Again, she was flattered he found her useful and formidable, and that he noted she was smart. That meant so much to her because she did pride herself on being an educated woman.

“Is that all you want my company for?” she asked.

“Hell, no.” He slid his hands up over the curve of her hips to settle at her waist. “I want to be the man who continues to awaken this inner vixen. I want to be the man who shows you what intimacy can be. I’m a jealous bastard and I hate the thought of any other man being any of those things to you.”

Sophie shivered at his commanding, authoritative tone. She’d learned vital information about Nigel tonight: he was a giving lover and he was a force to be reckoned with. As strongly independent as she prided herself on being, she couldn’t ignore his advances and she didn’t want to.

But why couldn’t she enjoy Nigel’s company while she was here? She was a grown woman and didn’t need to make excuses for going after what she wanted. She wasn’t going to hurt him or Green Room Media. All Sophie wanted to do was find some juicy dirt on Miranda and then she’d be on her way.

But Sophie needed to find the scoop sooner rather than later. Her week was nearly up, and she had nothing to take back to Texas other than the best sexual experience she’d ever had. She wasn’t ready to go, the thought of leaving had knots of anxiety and tension balling up within her.

Even though she’d devised a sneaky scheme, she truly wasn’t a ruthless person and she didn’t like stooping to this level. But, if she left, she’d be leaving Nigel and

seem to

words cut into her thoughts and she redirected her attention

bending down to run those talented lips

and curled her fingertips into his shoulders. Did anyone ever say no

yours,” she muttered, helpless against his persuasion. “For as long as

out before she got hurt or

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received confirmation of your

and nit-picking of the ladies from Secret Lives without breaking a sweat, but

my plus one, yet,” he replied, blowing

I’m aware. Hence the nature

anywhere else in Cumbria, that dared cross her. In addition to being strict and demanding, she was also loving,

night. He’d told himself that he’d come up here