From Boardroom to Bedroom

After that memorable plane ride, it was a wonder she could focus on anything but her tingling body. She couldn’t stop herself from a constant replay of every single arousing touch. Those hours only pulled her in deeper to his world, making her want more, making her wish things were different.

Nigel reached over to take her hand and gave a gentle squeeze. “Nothing to worry about. My family will love you. We just have to pretend like we’re in love.”

She didn’t even know how to unpack that whole statement, but she should at least attempt.

Nervous? She had far surpassed nervous when it came to meeting his family. His grandmother went by Dame for crying out loud.

And pretend? Yeah, she’d gotten that down pat and honestly deserved some Oscar for her performance.

Love? No, there was no love here. A good healthy dose of lust and sex, but not love. She couldn’t allow herself to think along those lines because she was already falling, and at some point, she’d have to guard her heart from tumbling completely out of her control. She just didn’t know where to draw the boundary lines.

“Do you want to talk about what happened on the plane?” she asked as she turned from the postcard-worthy view to face him.

He steered the car around another sharp turn before flashing her a grin. “What do you want to talk about? I had a great time. Best flight of my life.”

Jealousy had no place here, after all she was lying

should have brought you on

nasty pit in her belly. “Do you

playboy like the tabloids want people to

off before we reached cruising altitude,” she countered. “You seemed

haven’t been a monk, but I swear that I have not taken any other woman to bed on my

and relationships before her. He was a sexy, powerful man. Good grief, they weren’t even in a relationship and she already had the

emotions or sex. If she’d thought she was falling for him before, the intimacy on the plane had only exacerbated the issue. Now she didn’t know if her feelings stemmed from the man she finally gave herself to or if they came from

thoughts or words died in her throat as Nigel turned into a long drive where the grounds were surrounded

curve of the drive, the trees opened up to reveal a vast two-story brick-and-stone home. There seemed to be windows everywhere and juts of

place was like she’d stepped back in time. She couldn’t wait to explore the inside, get inspired for even more future designs, and learn of the history

she could only imagine summertime here with the grounds blooming

to worry about keeping up while she was undercover.

he circled the drive and pulled to the