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.”

you and this topic?” I snap. “Why are you so obsessed with the idea of me fucking her? How many

little too hard and a few drops of beer slosh out.

“Hey,” I grunt.

that might fuck up things between our CEO and our new director of

rest of my executive staff 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 hefty salary and loads of responsibility. Presley

in his stare is a stern warning. “She’s a good girl, Dom. The kind of girl 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 if you wanted

deep. “What, I’m not good enough to be Prince Charming?” Shit,

don’t want the same things in life. Or at least not when it comes to

heavy sigh escapes me. “I know,” I

me, I’m all too aware that I’m wrong for her, and it’s not fair to let her wait a single second longer on

her, the more my doubts and fears creep in, but the harder it is to pull away. Why can’t I find the willpower to get my

you won’t

lips.

have no idea how I’m going to finish that sentence, and

much less grateful when I see

and Lacey’s daily routine and all their likes and dislikes—probably better than I do, I hate to admit—so it’s rare for her to have a

“What’s up, Fran?”

is frantic and .

spikes at the sound of

her morning snack. I didn’t call you because I figured it was just the tummy bug that’s been going around, it’ll pass 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

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

Oliver asks, his brow

quickly mutter, “Everyone

you back home,” Francine is saying, “when

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

on my jacket. Of course this has to happen when I’m on the other side of the fucking state. Guess I should be thankful the virus waited until I got

ditch you here,” I tell Oliver. “I’d fly,