“Hold up!”

Gloria’s voice shot up an octave, her popcorn exploding into the air as she sprang off the couch, eyes wide with absolute fucking disbelief.

“Let me get this straight. Your one-night stand… and also your boss, the same guy who makes the Devil look like a saint, wants you to marry him?”

She planted her hands on her hips, her sharp brown eyes boring into Sky like she was two seconds from shaking the answers out of her.

“I…” Sky faltered, her fingers knotting in the soft fabric of the couch pillow. Her mind raced, replaying Xavier’s words in that low, commanding growl.

“You’ll be my wife, Sky....