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.

a claim when he didn’t even

it into something ugly and fake. What would he say when he found out why she’d infiltrated his company to spy on a

as the soft music enveloped them on the dance floor. He would no doubt

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 need to know the truth

a possibility they had to consider, but then what would they do? Sophie still wanted the childhood home and estate to go back to her brothers. The home had

figure out what the next move should be

anything she’d expected and now that she was in so far, she couldn’t keep deceiving him. Once he discovered who she

pulled back. “I’m going to

together. “Everything okay? You seem

she’d started this whole charade,

dance with your grandmother

logged the beauty of the reception with all the lighting and crystal beading draped from the elegant table arrangements and the chandeliers suspended from the high ceilings, casting a kaleidoscope of colors across the marble

gorgeous people everywhere dressed in stunning gowns and sharp suits. And Sophie felt like such an

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