Seven Nights of Sin (Penthouse Affair #2)

Presley

I’m frozen, staring at the guest room door. I can’t move an inch, not even to bury myself under the covers in the bed behind me. To think, not long ago I was in his bed, thrumming with the amazing clarity of knowing I was exactly where I wanted to be, giving him a gift I’d held on to for someone special.

Oh God.

The knot in my gut tightens with each passing second. My mind is racing with questions, and not for the first time, I berate myself for being so damn stupid.

What was I thinking? How could I have been so blind?

I should have never taken that file from Austin. He had seemed so harmless at first. He was nice to me, interested in my work, good with Bianca . . . but a complete parasite the entire time we spent together. The sheer arrogance of the guy—no. Dammit. My own arrogance. Why would I take the file if I knew that it would jeopardize my already unstable standing at Aspen Hotels? Why would I risk Michael’s future like that?

Why hurt Dom?

That’s the bigger question. Just when he was starting to open up to me, to trust me. He’d let me in—however briefly—and let me meet his daughters. I knew how big of a deal that was. He keeps them highly guarded from the public, the media, everyone. I was one of the few people he trusted to meet them.

And now I’ve made a real freaking mess of things.

I’m not one to let things lie, though. Especially not if I’m the one who dropped the ball. If there’s a problem, I’m going to face it head-on. Still, I don’t think I’ve ever been this unsure, this terrified about addressing a problem. This isn’t quite a spat between coworkers, or even friends. I don’t even know what we are, so there’s no sure-fire way to approach this situation. Regardless, I know what I have to do. I need to try, at the very least.

I place a firm hand on the doorknob.

still hasn’t gone back to his room. Good. As I sneak down the hall, my feet pad lightly across the wooden floor. I can hear his murmuring

argument, discussion, whatever the hell it was, woke one of

the midst of his personal turmoil, Dominic still has to take the time to be a dad, to offer soothing words, to place his child’s

I reach Dominic’s room, I don’t think. Instead, I pull my dress off over my head. And since I already removed

him to trust me again—is

one I need to use to communicate what he means to me. Just like I felt backed into a corner to go to work for Allure to save Michael, this

I hope

and wait, one elbow propping myself up so I can watch

sound from down the hall, and

This is it.

beautiful eyebrows drawn together, his stormy eyes fixed on mine. It isn’t fair how this man

he says, almost as a

“Hi.”

Here goes nothing.

he can say anything else, I sit up, letting the sheet slip from my breasts. His gaze drops to my naked chest, his eyes widening slightly as my nipples tighten in the cool air.

Bingo.

me?” My voice is soft, barely above

His tone is so broken, I feel it like a sharp stab inside my