Seven Nights of Sin (Penthouse Affair #2)

Dominic

My flight to London and the hotel room are booked. Francine has confirmed she can stay in my apartment for a week. I’ll pay double her normal fee as thanks for her trouble. She insisted I didn’t have to, but she’s going the extra mile at the last minute, and there’s no one I trust more to care for my girls.

There’s only one detail left to arrange. I almost buzz Beth, then think better of it and dial Presley’s desk phone myself.

“This is Presley Harper, Operations Department. How can I help you?” she says.

“It’s Dominic. Can you stop by my office for a moment?”

“Oh! Hi, Dominic. Um . . .” In the background is some brief rustling and the sound of keys tapping. “Yes, I’ll be right there.”

long before I hear a knock. I don’t get up,

simple black sheath dress, but the hint of her curves beneath the supple fabric makes

as she enters, her brow creased quizzically. “You

short of an emergency, I usually just email her, knowing she’ll respond within an hour or

proposal for you and thought I

but says nothing, only watches me with those wide blue eyes and waits for me

to sit down?”

she lowers herself gracefully into the leather chair in front of

the wrong impression. I keep my face and body language neutral,

fingers beneath my chin, I say, “Next week I’ll be in London to scout potential building sites for Aspen’s first international location and finally nail down an investment deal

too?” She