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Next, I count the money in the till, locking it up.
Last but not least, I lock the place up. Normally, I would’ve double-checked the lock on the back door. Today, I don’t have to. It hasn’t been opened since yesterday, and I haven’t gone out on any deliveries.
Time to head home.
My hand reaches for the front pocket of my white dandelion-patterned dress. My fingers close around my shop keys. I’m ready to go out the front door.
Except I don’t make it past the counter. I’m frozen as the air in the shop shifts.
The hair at my nape stands on end.
I’m not alone.
Someone entered through the back door.
I don’t see the person behind me. Didn’t hear him enter. I didn’t smell him over the strong fragrance of my flowers.
Nevertheless, he’s here.
A burglar.
Hoping he won’t notice my movement, I tuck my key between my ring and middle finger. With enough force, my makeshift weapon will slide right into his eyeball. It might go deep.
As in brain deep.
I’ll have to change my keys after the police confiscate my pair as evidence.
Worth it.
I suck in a deep breath. The asshole remains quiet. Thinks he’s intimidating me by hovering around like a fucking predator.
He’s messed with the wrong woman.
A war cry rises from my lungs. I spin, wielding my weapon in the air, preparing to strike. My adrenaline-pumped brain blocks me from seeing the man’s face.
The only thing I notice is that his hair is black instead of blond.
He dyed it. Conniving asshole.
“Pet.”
Did he just call me Pet?
How dare he.
The stolen nickname fuels the fire in me. I hurl myself forward, the blood in my veins on fire, my bicep pulsing. I’m about to poke his eyeball right out of its socket. Eliminate the threat once and for all.
“Fucking wild animal.” The man grips my raised wrist with one hand, enveloping my back with his free hand. Forcing me to his chest. “Fucking hot animal.”
Is it sandalwood I’m smelling?
I blink, clearing my foggy vision. “Muffin?”
“Amara.” He pins me to his cock that pulses against my belly. Almost spearing me through our clothes. “Who else would get this hard when his girlfriend is about to take out one of his eyeballs?”
“Killian.” I giggle.
“Yeah.” He smiles wide. “He would.”
