potlight for one very large, very sparkly diamond ring.
Dimly she could see Gray’s shadow outlined behind it.
He was on his knee.
“Oh my God,” she whispered, a shaky hand covering her mouth.
“Marry me,” Gray commanded gruffly.
“Is that a question?” she asked with a choked laugh.
“More like a plea,” he said. “Please hurry up and decide. I can’t imagine all the germs on this elevator floor.”
“You planned this,” Sophie realized in wonder. “You were actually crazy enough to ask them to stall this elevator?”
“You said you wanted romance.”
“I can’t believe I’m wearing a miniskirt!” She plucked the ring out of the box and inspected the flawless solitaire diamond.
“Sophie, if you don’t answer my question, so help me—”
“Yes!” she burst out. “Of course, yes.”
“Thank God,” he said with relief. “Do you have any idea how many palms I had to grease to organize this whole debacle—”
Sophie threw herself at him, both of them falling awkwardly to the ground. “You did this for me,” she said, gazing down at his face in the dark.
“I’d do anything for you,” he said simply.
“I love you,” she whispered.
“I know.”
Sophie bit him.
“Fine. I love you too. If someone would have told me a year ago I’d be in love with a blonde prostitute—”
She broke off his words with a messy kiss. “How long did you arrange for us to be stuck in a black box together?”
“I, um, didn’t exactly specify. I wasn’t sure how long it would take to talk you into it.”
“So we might have some time?” she asked playfully.
“Probably. I implied that you were a little high-strung, so they’ll probably err on the side of caution and leave us in here a while.”
“Then I guess it’s convenient that I’m wearing a tiny little outfit.”
His hand slid up the back of her thigh. “I guess it is.”
“Wanna make babies?”
“Will they be quiet and well behaved, and read nonfiction?”
“No chance in hell.”
“Then yes. Definitely,” he said as he began untying her halter top.
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