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.

was being let go,” I say.

I would laugh, but I’m too . . . pissed? Surprised? In

I say, quieter

interns were let go. You’re

slow steps toward me.

into your new office. Do

I say in a small voice.

says in a voice so tender, I almost look over my shoulder to see

I just didn’t know what was going to happen

a teasing smile. “Your work as

takes a step closer to me. Leaning way too close, he reaches over

brush against mine. The kiss is so warm, so precious. I feel

looking into his dark eyes for reassurance. “Won’t the others find

ring through my head. I can’t fall for his charms. I can’t keep sleeping with him. I need to be firm.

his palm on my hip. I don’t realize I’m shaking until I put my hands on his chest, not pushing him away, but not letting him come any closer either. “Don’t you want to

pull back to look him in the eyes. “Well,

chuckles, and my body shakes with his. I join in, until we’re both laughing a little too loudly. He kisses me once more on the lips before taking my hand and spinning me around like we’re dancing. Suddenly, I’m back at

to HR. They’re

whisper. I know he can feel my gratitude by the way he smiles and shoos me

with my coworkers Daniel and Brienne (oh my God, coworkers!), the reality of the situation finally sinks in. I’m about to take over an entire department of Seattle’s Aspen Hotels, including a team of two assistants to do my bidding and a salary that makes me choke on my

I ask, still

see their mouths moving, but I can barely hear them over the pounding of

in

a medical plan, stock options, paid vacation time, and a retirement account. Taking one more deep breath, I nod to everything they say, knowing I’ll have to dig into