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?”

lied. “Thank you for telling me—you did the right

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.

This was his Roslyn.

job. Yet, she’d come to Green Room Media and infiltrated herself

She certainly did look

hell. She looked

that smile and those curves. No

“Sir, should I wait?”

car had come to a stop. He shoved

I’ll be,” he replied. “Just don’t go too

“Yes, sir.”

to get to know her more on a deeper level, but he’d had no idea he didn’t know her at all. He hadn’t even known her

the past few weeks had been a lie and

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