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.

call me later?”

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

a smiling brunette popped up onto the screen. She casually leaned against the side of a pale yellow sofa. She wore a pretty floral dress with very little makeup and she was actually barefoot and holding a glass of wine. She had her

This was his Roslyn.

Media and infiltrated herself

She certainly did look different with

hell. She looked

still got that tug of arousal when he saw that smile and those curves. No amount of betrayal could

“Sir, should I wait?”

stop. He shoved his phone back into his pocket and reached for

how long I’ll be,” he replied. “Just don’t

“Yes, sir.”

confronted Ms. Blackwood. Right now she felt like a total stranger. He’d told her he wanted to get to know her more on a deeper level,

the past few weeks had been a lie and Nigel wasn’t leaving here until he got the answers he