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I’m putting my bags into my trunk when I feel a presence behind me.
I close the lid, spin around, and?—
See the man from the store standing there, eyes flashing, body big and broad and giving more than a few Daddy vibes.
My heart skips a beat.
Warmth blooms in my belly.
Lower.
He’s too old for me.
But my mind is running away with itself anyway.
“Can I help you—?” I begin.
“Come with me,” he mutters.
Before I can protest, he wraps his fingers around my arm.
And drags me away from my car.
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