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?” she

fine,” he lied. “Thank you for telling me—you did the right thing. Go enjoy your honeymoon and we’ll talk when

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 head tipped just so and a perfect smile for

This was his Roslyn.

herself as a consultant, going so far as to sleep with

thumbnail photos of the videos. She certainly

hell. She looked

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

“Sir, should I wait?”

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

how long I’ll be,” he

“Yes, sir.”

stranger. He’d told her he wanted to get to

a lie and Nigel wasn’t leaving here until he got the answers he