Seven Nights of Sin (Penthouse Affair #2)

Dominic

The next day, Oliver and I drive out to check on the progress of several new properties scattered across Washington State. By Friday noon, we’ve made our way to Spokane and stopped for lunch at a pub the locals swear has the state’s best pizza. After debating, we agreed that wasn’t quite true, but they were pretty damn close.

We could have planned something more efficient than a multiday road trip, I suppose, but I don’t often get to hang out with my best friend someplace that’s not the office or my daughters’ tea parties. And if I’m being totally honest, I also wanted a chance to clear my head and figure shit out about Presley, which is hard to do when I see her all day, every day, at work.

“What do you think of the town?” I ask, draining the last of my wheat ale. If this place has one thing going for it, it’s the incredible beer.

Oliver shrugs cheerfully. “Seems pretty nice. It’s no Seattle, but then again, I’m biased. With the airport and all the basketball tourism, I think our new location will get more than enough traffic to remain profitable, even with the first hotel already there. Especially since the cheap real estate keeps our expenses low.”

“I see someone read the projections report.”

He scoffs, pretending to be offended. “I’ll have you know I always read everything I’m supposed to.” Then his smile slips a bit. “Listen, can I ask you something?”

Oliver almost never sounds this serious. It instantly makes me suspicious.

“That depends on what it is.”

“I need you to be completely honest with me here, dude.”

“Christ, just spit it out.”

He presses his lips into a flat line, breathing out through his nose, then asks, “Are you doing anything with Presley that you shouldn’t be?”

I hope he can’t see my shoulders tense. “You’ve already asked me that.”

“I know,” he says mildly. “It’s not illegal to ask the same question twice.”

“Well, the answer is no,” I lie.

“Are you sure that’s the story you’re sticking with? I know you want her.”

with the idea of me fucking her? How many

a few drops of beer slosh

“Hey,” I grunt.

so I need to know whether anything is happening that might fuck up things between our CEO and our new

knew Presley was the right intern for the position, so I don’t think he believes I offered her the job simply because I’m tangled up with her. I wasn’t even the one who recommended her for the spot initially. The others had seen her work, and there was really no question. The rest of the interns did fine, but fine doesn’t win you a midlevel position with a

who will want a house in the suburbs with a dog and a lawn and a white picket fence someday. You couldn’t give her that fairy-tale ending, even

good enough to be Prince Charming?” Shit, I should have kept denying it. Getting offended only proves

things in life. Or at least not when it comes to relationships.” His mouth quirks. “You’re

me.

aware that I’m wrong for her, and it’s not fair to let her wait a single second longer on something that’s never

spend with her, the more my doubts and fears creep in, but

you won’t hurt

lips. “I . .

sentence, and I’m grateful to be

when

Lacey’s daily routine and all their likes and dislikes—probably better than I do, I hate to

“What’s up, Fran?”

Her voice is frantic and . . .

spikes at the sound of

in twenty-four hours with no harm done, and you know me, I’m not afraid of a little mess, so I cleaned it up and put Lacey to bed with some Pedialyte and tried to calm down Emilia, but then suddenly

be there as soon as I can.” Which won’t be very soon at all,

wrong?” Oliver asks,

quickly mutter, “Everyone in the entire world

call you back home,” Francine is saying, “when

okay, Francine. It’s no trouble at all.

the other side of the fucking state. Guess I should be thankful the virus waited

ditch you here,” I tell Oliver. “I’d fly, but by the time