From Boardroom to Bedroom

Nigel’s chest constricted. His driver continued toward Roslyn’s penthouse. No, Sophie Blackwood’s penthouse.

Why the deception? Because of Miranda? To get back at her for some reason? He didn’t know the answers, but he sure as hell deserved them...starting with why she had used him, going so far as to tell him she was falling in love with him.

Going so far as to sleep with him over and over.

Nigel clenched his jaw and willed himself to remain calm. He had to talk to Roslyn...or whatever the hell she wanted to call herself. He had to hear her side, though he couldn’t imagine there was a defense strong enough to make him forget what she’d done or warrant forgiveness.

“Nigel,” Ellen said. “Are you still there?”

“I’m here. I’m on my way to her penthouse right now.”

“I’m sorry,” she said again. “I don’t want you hurt.”

Hurt? Yeah, he was, but bloody furious might be closer to his current mood.

you text or call me later?” she asked. “I’m

he lied. “Thank you for telling me—you did the right thing. Go enjoy your

the screen. She casually leaned against the side of a pale yellow sofa. She wore a pretty floral dress with very little makeup and

This was his Roslyn.

job. Yet, she’d come to Green Room Media and infiltrated herself as a consultant, going so far as to sleep with

through the different thumbnail photos of the videos. She certainly did look different with

looked sexier, more

saw that smile and those curves. No amount of betrayal could turn

“Sir, should I wait?”

car had come to a stop. He shoved his phone back into his pocket and reached for the

be,” he replied. “Just don’t

“Yes, sir.”

Right now she felt like a total stranger. He’d told her he wanted to get

weeks had been a lie and Nigel wasn’t leaving