From Boardroom to Bedroom

“Besides, there’s plenty about me you don’t know,” he retorted. “Let’s enjoy the day and then we can work on taking things slow once we get back to New York.”

“I don’t think New York and slow belong in the same sentence,” she stated. “But, I agree. We should enjoy today and then we’ll talk later.”

Nigel wrapped her in his arms and wondered if she was the one. His grandmother had already fallen in love with Roslyn, but Nigel wondered if all of this was too good to be true.

Were they meant to be? He’d known her such a short time, but he couldn’t ignore the strong pull or the deep connection they’d already formed.

But he also had to remember that the show came first for now. There was too much going on, too many people depending on him and his social life; his love life would not be taking top priority.

* * *

Sophie swayed in Nigel’s arms in the ballroom. Try as she might, she couldn’t forget the overwhelming guilt she’d felt when he’d told her he wanted to get to know her more. She’d opened her mouth and her thoughts, her feelings had come tumbling out and she couldn’t take them back.

She’d wanted to come clean about everything. She hated lying to this amazing man, but instead of telling him the full truth about her background, she’d told him her honest feelings instead.

such a claim when he didn’t even call her by

something ugly and fake. What would he say

them on the dance floor. He would no doubt hate her once he discovered who she truly was and she deserved

wedding. But once it was over, she was going to have to tell him. If he wanted to get to know her more, if there was even an inkling of a chance for them, he’d

There was overwhelming evidence that nothing sinister existed on the woman. Maybe she wasn’t a monster like they thought. It was a possibility they had to consider, but then what would

next move should be

so far, she couldn’t

song came to an end and Sophie pulled back. “I’m going to grab a glass of

brows together. “Everything okay? You seem like you’re not

here since she’d started this

don’t you dance with your grandmother while

nodding and releasing her. Sophie gathered the skirt of her dress in one hand and maneuvered her way off the dance floor. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she’d logged the beauty of the reception with all the lighting and crystal beading draped from the elegant table

dressed in stunning gowns and sharp suits. And Sophie felt like such an imposter...likely because she was an

wait staff came by with a tray of champagne glasses. Sophie smiled and grabbed