She thought about her reputation—the "Nice" girl who volunteered at the animal shelter and never missed a Sunday dinner with her mother. Then she looked at Marcus, the man who had shown her just how easy it was to break the rules when no one was watching.
Elena felt the last of her hesitation dissolve, replaced by a cold, sharp adrenaline. She pulled the folder toward her and clicked her own pen. Naughty Nice [Chapter 3]
"Nice keeps us out of federal prison, Marcus," she snapped, though she kept her voice low. She traced the rim of her paper cup. "Chapter One was a fluke. Chapter Two was a necessity. But we’re at Chapter Three now, and this? This is a choice." She thought about her reputation—the "Nice" girl who
Marcus finally looked up. His eyes, usually bright with a curated, boy-next-door charm, were dark and sharp. This was the version of him the board members never saw—the 'Naughty' hidden beneath the bespoke wool suit. She pulled the folder toward her and clicked her own pen
The "Nice" Elena would have walked away. But Chapter 3 belonged to someone else entirely.
This is an intriguing title! Since "Naughty Nice" often suggests a story about moral ambiguity, a holiday-themed romance, or perhaps a tension-filled rivalry, I’ve drafted this as a where the stakes are starting to simmer.