“Then I need to change… this nightgown isn’t for a wedding night. I have something special that my—”

Gabe grabbed my arms, forcing me to face him.

“I’ll sleep with you… if you can find me in one of the 39 rooms in this mansion.”

I didn’t look away from his eyes. I’m not sure how long we stayed like that, with him gripping my wrists. For someone who preached that time was money, my husband wasted a good chunk of it staring at me. The worst part? I couldn’t read ...