Sam Weis wants to marry me? It’s one way to get that crazy b$tch off my back. But Sam? That’s playing with fire. A bad boy Rockstar with melting eyes and that dimpled cocky grin. I wasn’t going to say no. It was one long hot steamy night. My hands in his tousled hair, his lips so hungry on my skin… I broke it off the next day, but I haven’t forgotten. His wounded gaze still eats up my soul. And now he’s proposing marriage to save my ass. It’s just business, right? We won’t forget it’s pretend. Will we?