The sun was peeking through the blinds when Sabrina cracked her eyes open. She felt heavy, like she’d slept for a long time.

Sabrina sat up in the enormous four poster bed. It took her a moment to remember where she was.

Oh right. She was in London. With him.

She was here with Nick Falcon and Company. They were booked at the Four Seasons for the next few days in London. They'd arrived in the early afternoon and she'd gone immediately to bed after sleeping for most of the flight.

She glanced at her phone and groaned. It was nearly eight o'clock in the evening.

She must have missed Nick’s rehearsal at the arena that afternoon. Great. She was off to an impressive start. Not. She wondered why they hadn't woken her. Then again, maybe they'd tried.

She cringed as she realized that she might not have woken even if they'd been pounding on the door with a battering ram. She rolled over, grabbing her head. It wasn’t pouding anymore, but yesterday had been brutal. She'd never felt so sick in her life.

But on the bright side, she didn't remember a thing about the flight.

She was just stepping out of the shower when her phone buzzed.

It was a text from Nick.

He wanted her to go up to his room to discuss the schedule. For a moment, she wondered if it was just another ploy to get her into bed. There was no point in pretending that's not what he was after. Not that he was being subtle about it.

She was too hungover to lie to herself at the moment.

It was too bad she wasn't the sort of girl to go for casual sex. She had a feeling it would be an unforgettable experience if she was up for it. But she hadn't been with anyone since her boyfriend in business school. That was over two years ago. She was no match for an experienced playboy like Nick.

Besides, she couldn't risk messing up her career any more than she already had for a roll in the hay.

But what she was really worried about was losing her heart. Nick seemed like just the person to steal it away. And then trash it when he got bored. He probably wouldn't even do it deliberately. It was just who he was.

Reckless.

Dangerous.

Irresistable.

She rubbed her wet hair with a towel and slipped into her jeans and a plain gray t-shirt. She combed her hair out and dabbed a spot of soft pink gloss onto her lips.

She wasn't sure why she bothered. She looked hungover. And she didn't care what he thought of her anyway.

Yeah, right.

At the last minute, she pulled on a sharp black blazer. She could at least look semi-professional, even if she wasn't.

She took the elevator up to the penthouse and rang the buzzer. Marley answered the door. He glanced behind him and said "I was just leaving. Good night, Sabrina. Nick."

Sabrina couldn't be sure but she had the impression that Marley was displeased with Nick for some reason. She shook it off. What difference did it make?

Nick appeared in the hallway of the suite, waving her in. He'd just showered too from the look of it. His shirt was open and his hair was damp. She closed her eyes, feeling a little woozy.

"Come in, come in. Have a seat."

She sat on the couch, feeling awkward. The room was incredible, but at least it wasn’t a bedroom. He had a huge suite with a living room, two baths and a full kitchen. It's not like they were taking this meeting in his bedroom but still, they were alone.

If only she didn't feel so off, she'd be able to handle this better.

"How do you feel?"

He sat down next to her, leaning over her with a courteous look on his face. He was close. Too close.

"I've felt better to be honest."

He brightened. As if he were glad she felt like dog vomit.

"Hair of the dog? Best thing for it."

Her stomach twisted in her gut.

"No, thank you Mr. Falcon."

"Call me Nick, love."

"I'd rather not."

"I thought we had a deal."

She just shook her head and then winced. Ouch, that hurt.

He frowned.

"Fine. Let's just review the schedule then."

The schedule… oh God. Where was her brain at? She was failing miserably at handling her first A-List client. The whole scenario literally could not be going any worse. She'd probably lose her job over this.

She probably deserved to.

"I- I need to go back to my room for my copy."

He stared at her for a moment, as if deciding what to do with her next. Which way to twist her emotions.

"No worries doll, I have it right here."

Apparently, he had decided to be kind. This time. Who knew what he would try next.

She didn’t have long to wait.

The next thing she knew he was sitting next to her, with his arm around her shoulders. She held her head and moaned.

"I think I need to delay this meeting until tomorrow.”

"Come on now, love. You're hurting my feelings!"

He smiled at her entreatingly. He thought he was being charming. She blinked and tried to focus.

"I'm sorry- I- I think I need to go back to my room now."

He held her arm tightly and leaned toward her.

"Ah, but only if you promise to have dinner with me after the Graham Norton show tomorrow."

“I… I can't. Have to, um, stay professional."

She sounded absurd talking about being professional while she slouched on his couch in hungover misery. He was making slow circles with his palm on her back. It felt heavenly. But she knew she should tell him to stop.

"It is professional to keep your clients happy. I need a morale boost before we launch. It's vital to the success of the tour."

She peeked at him over her hand. He was making puppy dog eyes at her. She moaned and lowered her head again.

"Please Mr. Falcon-"

"Nick. You promised to call me Nick, remember?"

"Please- Nick- I really should not be seen with you after-"

She closed her eyes and forced herself to stand up. To move away from the slow sensuous touch of his hand. He caught her hand and stopped her.

"After what?"

"After what you said. About me. And you."

She turned to face him, sitting below her. It was odd, but there was something in his face that gave her pause. He looked more than sincere.

He looked remorseful.

"I'm sorry about that, love. I didn't mean it the way it sounded. I meant it as a compliment."

Her mouth opened a bit. Nick Falcon was apologizing? He really was full of surprises. He had caught her off guard. Again.

"It's alright. Just forget it."

It wasn't really alright, but there was no point in torturing him with it. He really did seem to feel bad about it.

"I swear I had no idea- didn't realize it would be in all the papers."

The floor dropped out from under her. She was on her feet in seconds.

"What did you say?"

He looked utterly panicked as he stood and grabbed her shoulders.

"It's not a big deal, love. It's just one of those silly things. It will all blow over in no time, you'll see."

She tore herself away from him. Her hangover was washed away in the force of the righteous indignation that flooded her body.

"Show me."

"You don't need to see this, Sabrina. Please-"

"Show me."

Very slowly he stood up and reached for a stack of newspapers. He handed them to her. She flipped through them, seeing her face on the front page of each. They all said something asinine like 'Nick's New Girl' or 'Lady Falcon.' Her photo was small compared to the one of Nick, but it was there.

It was everywhere.

She felt even sicker than she had a moment ago.

He smiled at her.

"At least it's good publicity for the tour. Isn’t that right, sweetheart?”

She stood up straight despite feeling as if the world was crumbling around her.

"It's good publicity for you. It will go away for you. It won't matter for you. I have worked my ass off to get where I am today. I am good at my job. You have no idea what I've given up and now it's all ruined! It’s OVER!”

Nick had stepped back a few paces. She realized she had followed him, matching him step for step. To her horror she felt hot tears welling up in the back of her eyes.

She was yelling at her client. Oh God. Now she'd really done it. She was supposed to manage him, not have a meltdown!

She covered her mouth and ran out of the room to the hallway. She wiped her face with the backs of her hands and pressed the elevator button frantically.

He had made her cry again. But that wasn’t the most troubling part.

Why didn't she hate him?

For some bizarre reason, he was the one she wanted to hold her and tell her everything was going to be alright. Even if it was a lie, which it certainly would be.

She was a fool and she knew it.

But it didn’t do a thing to stop the way she felt.

She was falling for Nick.