Play Thing. Nicola Marsh

      He managed a rueful shrug while she hoped her nose wouldn’t grow from telling that whopping great lie.

      Because she had mixed business with pleasure, even if she hadn’t known it at the time, and she couldn’t stop thinking about it. Worse, how it might feel to do it again.

      ‘I’ll be in touch,’ she said, waiting until the elevator doors had slid shut to toe off her shoes, pick them up and head to her office to pack up her things.

      She’d almost reached her office when Alex’s door flung open and she jumped. ‘I thought you’d left with everyone else?’