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.

me later?” she asked.

you for telling me—you did the right

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

This was his Roslyn.

in need of a job. Yet, she’d come to Green Room Media and infiltrated herself as a consultant, going so far as to sleep with her boss...and for what? Obviously something to do with Miranda, but Nigel didn’t know why

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

hell. She looked sexier,

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

“Sir, should I wait?”

come to a stop. He shoved his

be,”

“Yes, sir.”

told her he wanted to get to know her more on a deeper level, but he’d had no idea he didn’t know

over the past few weeks had been a lie and Nigel wasn’t