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My entire body trembles, and the scent of my fear floods the air.

My system wars with itself, trying to decide if I should pee myself or knee him in the balls.

Isn’t that what they say?

If you’re about to be sexually assaulted, you pee?

I think that’s what I heard.

Ohmigod.

Why didn’t I pay better attention to those public service announcements?

“What the fuck are you doing?” Locke growls. His voice is so familiar that my eyes pop open as I search for the friendly face. He stomps into the room from the hallway that leads to the guest bedrooms.

He’s one of Will’s friends.

Maybe they’re associates who do illegal stuff together.

He’s around a lot.

I think he might be Will’s personal security, but also a friend…maybe?

He’s never given me a creepy vibe, and he’s always been kind and respectful. Sometimes he’s even playful and friendly, but that’s more of a rare occasion. He seems very serious and stoic by nature.

Locke’s long, wavy black hair falls over his face as he snarls something at the man.

The dick with his hand up my dress releases me, but the look on his face conveys his feelings on the matter.

My chin tilts in the air because this jerk doesn’t deserve my fear.

It’s a giantly fucked-up world we live in when we have to teach women things like urinating on ourselves to deter an attacker.

Locke slams his fist into the man’s face with so much force, the guy bounces out of my way.

He holds out an arm for me as I glance between him and the guy he just punched, who has a freaking gun.

Does Locke have a gun?

If so, he should probably whip it out.

His dark eyes narrow slightly as I get myself together, shoving off the wall and slinging myself right against his chest.

He continues growling at the guy, but my senses are focused on one thing.

I don’t think I’ve ever been close enough to catch strong hits of Locke’s scent, but he smells delicious.

It’s citrus based, but there are tinges of bergamot.

It’s kinda like Irish Spring soap.

It’s manly and delicious, but also fresh and delectable. It’s strangely comforting, to the point my instincts scream to melt into him so that I can rub that smell all over me.

His hand flattens on my lower back, and despite the chaos, he makes me feel safe.

“Are you okay?” Locke’s dark wavy hair falls past his shoulders, and it slides against my cheek as he twists to see my face. “Did he hurt you?”

The man who grabbed me growls something.

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