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.

though? How could she make such a claim when he didn’t even call

so mind-blowing, and turned it into something ugly and fake. What would he say when he

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

have to tell

thought. It was 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 to

what the next move should be once she spoke with Vaughn and

now that she was in so far, she couldn’t keep deceiving him. Once he discovered who she was, Sophie would

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

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

hadn’t been all here since she’d

your

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

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

with a tray of champagne glasses. Sophie smiled and grabbed one, needing something to hold to occupy her