Seven Nights of Sin (Penthouse Affair #2)

“I was let go,” I say carefully. “All the interns were let go.”

“Not you,” he says with a smile. “You’ve been selected.”

“Selected?”

“Didn’t Dom tell you?”

“No,” I practically shout. Rein it in, Presley. “Dominic doesn’t tell me anything.”

“That doesn’t really change over time.” Oliver sighs, smirking. “But you’ll have plenty of opportunities to get to know him better as our new director of operations.”

My heart skips a beat. He can’t be serious. “Director . . .”

“You’ve been promoted. Congratulations.” Oliver turns and points down the hall to a small office. The door is ajar. If I squint, I can read Director of Operations in bold print on the placard. “That’s your shiny new office.”

I’m speechless. I must really be wearing a funny expression, because Oliver can’t keep it together. He laughs like I’ve told him the best joke he’s heard all year.

“Go put your stuff down. And then go see Dom. He’ll tell you about his decision. And your salary,” he says, poking me playfully in the arm.

I practically run to the little office. It is gorgeous—small but somehow feeling expansive with its tall window overlooking the cityscape. I slide my box of all-things-Presley onto the glass surface of the desk (my desk!) and wander around the room. It’s so pristine . . . so cozy.

I can imagine early mornings, sipping coffee at this desk while scrolling through emails. Bright afternoons, leaning against this window, making calls to clients. Late nights curled up on the love seat, jotting down important things to do the next day in my planner. Joy threatens to overwhelm me, but I have something to deal with first.

I stride purposefully across the office, ignoring the heads turning to watch me march toward my boss’s office. When I open the door without knocking, he’s staring out his own window, his hand on the glass.

He turns, surprised. The light catches his eyelashes and casts dark shadows across his cheekbones. I’m almost dazzled by his beauty.

Almost.

thought I was being let go,” I say. It isn’t a question, but

face. I would laugh, but I’m

packing,” I

were let go. You’re not an

flush as Dominic takes slow steps toward me. “But

thought you were moving into your new office. Do you like

I say in a small voice. “But

I thought Oliver caught you when you walked in. I shouldn’t have assumed,” he says in a voice so tender, I almost look over my shoulder to

just didn’t know what was going to happen

smile. “Your work as an intern excelled above all

to me. Leaning way too close, he reaches over my shoulder and pushes the

brush against mine. The kiss is so warm, so precious. I feel cherished and irreplaceable with every caress of his thumb against my

his dark eyes for reassurance. “Won’t the

words of advice ring through my head. I can’t fall for his charms. I can’t keep sleeping with him. I need to be firm. It’s the only way. Too bad it’s nearly impossible because this man turns me into a pile of goo with one smoldering

I put my hands on his chest, not pushing him

look him

me once more on the lips before taking my hand and spinning me around like we’re

to HR. They’re waiting

know he can feel my gratitude by the way he smiles and shoos me away. This man can’t handle too much emotion

my coworkers Daniel and Brienne (oh my God, coworkers!), the reality of the situation finally sinks in. I’m about

I ask,

moving, but I can barely hear them over the

his hands together. Brienne joins in the applause, and I

options, paid vacation time, and a retirement account. Taking