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.

How could she make such a claim when he didn’t even call her by her

so beautiful, so mind-blowing, and turned it into something ugly and fake. What would he say when he found out why she’d infiltrated his company to spy

floor. He would no

as she could. She didn’t want to ruin his sister’s wedding. But once it was over, she was going to have to tell him. If he wanted to get to know

dirt on Miranda. 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 they do? Sophie still

to figure out what the next move should be

in so far, she couldn’t keep deceiving him. Once he discovered who she was, Sophie would just have to accept any

and Sophie pulled back.

his brows together. “Everything okay? You

hadn’t been all here since she’d started

you dance with your

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 arrangements and the chandeliers suspended from the high ceilings, casting a kaleidoscope

everywhere dressed in stunning gowns and sharp suits. And Sophie

came by with a tray of champagne glasses. Sophie