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.”

relax. It isn’t long before I hear a

her curves beneath the supple fabric makes a painful

door behind her as she enters, her brow creased quizzically. “You wanted to

for being curious about what I want. It’s not like we had a meeting scheduled, and for anything short of an emergency, I

had a proposal for you and thought I should extend it

me with those wide blue eyes and

to sit

lowers herself gracefully into the leather chair in front of

her. I have to approach it with care if I want to avoid giving her the wrong impression. I keep my face and body language neutral, fully leveraging the cold, calculated persona that’s served me well in so many business dealings. If she’s searching for a hint of what I expect from her,

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 with

too?” She grins. “Wow,