Seven Nights of Sin (Penthouse Affair #2)

Later, I roll my suitcase down to Bianca’s little sedan, and we make the short drive to Dominic’s luxury high-rise building.

“Okay, I have to ask. Are you sure you want to go through with this?” Bianca’s hands are on the wheel and her foot is on the brake pedal. We’ve just arrived outside of Dominic’s apartment building and I’m about to step out.

My hand slips from the lock on the door. “What do you mean?” I’m not used to Bianca being the voice of caution in our friendship. Actually, she’s the opposite.

She lowers her sunglasses to the tip of her nose. “I know things have been shaky . . . between work and Mr. Man. I just want you to be sure about it. You don’t have to go if you don’t want to.”

I sink back into my seat, grateful for her concern. “I’ll admit, I’m kind of nervous. This isn’t really me . . . or it isn’t who I thought I was.” I meet her eyes, continuing in a braver voice. “But now, I’m learning things about myself on the daily. This new Presley is someone I’d like to get to know a little better. So I figure, why not follow my instincts and go on an all-expenses-paid trip with the hottest guy I’ve ever met?”

Bianca throws her head back and laughs at that.

“And,” I say, “I feel like leaning into this.”

“The adventure?”

“Yeah.” And the guy.

Bianca leans over and wraps me in her arms, and for a second, I feel safe and warm and loved. After the tumultuous few days I’ve had, it’s nice. Having her approval during this wild chapter in my life is everything to me. I squeeze her tight.

“I’m thankful for you,” I say, finally pulling back.

too. Now go

and exit the car. Yeah, right . .

to examine Dominic in person like she wanted. After being let in by the doorman, I ride up to the twelfth floor alone, just me and my worn-out suitcase. I pause at his front door, my

Presley. It’s hardly leaning in if you can’t even knock

can make a decision, the door suddenly

Dominic says, those sharp eyes

pair of jeans. But, damn, his tight glutes are just as awe-inspiring in denim as they

wonder what he’d look like peeling it

look before I’m distracted by Lacey and Emilia’s small voices down the hall. They’re not the cheerful

confused. Work trips aren’t really within the realm of a

around the corner, his

tiptoe after him, leaving my suitcase at the door. Curious to

her tiny hands clasped around Dominic’s fingers, who

I can hear Francine bustling around in

going to miss you both too,” Dom murmurs, kissing each little girl on top of the head. “You have to

at the sight. Dominic so easily

this with people his

see me watching him,

to me at all, even when we arrive at the airport. We only make eye contact once, when he