Sophia's POV

The question was a snarl. He grabbed my wrist and dragged me toward his chest, his eyes blazing with fury.

I swallowed hard. "That's none of your damn business, Xavier."

The words flew out before I could stop them.

He was my boss, not my lover.

Whatever misplaced possessiveness he felt, he had no right.

Then, without warning, he pulled my T-shirt over my head.

I froze, now in nothing but my bra, shame searing through me.

"Xavier! ...