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.

text or call me later?” she asked.

you for telling me—you did the right thing. Go enjoy your honeymoon and we’ll talk

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 her boss...and for

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

looked

of arousal when he saw that smile

“Sir, should I wait?”

shoved his phone back into his pocket and reached for the

be,” he replied. “Just don’t

“Yes, sir.”

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

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