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.

scheme, she truly wasn’t a ruthless person and she

seem to still be

thoughts and she redirected her

enough,” he added, bending down to run those talented lips along her exposed

her head back and curled her fingertips into his shoulders. Did anyone ever say

helpless against his persuasion. “For

get out before she got hurt or take her time

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confirmation of

cat fighting and nit-picking of the ladies from Secret Lives without breaking a

my plus one, yet,” he replied, blowing

I’m aware. Hence the nature of my

and there wasn’t a soul in the family, or anywhere else in Cumbria, that dared cross

told himself that he’d come up here to think and get away from the office for the day, but perhaps he