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Well, not exactlysweet.

More likespicy.

My spitfire.

“Is that everything?” Dom demands.

“That about sums it up.”

Except the sexy woman locked in my bedroom.

“I’m going to look into this. Try to avoid alleys. Good thing you had your gun.” He says it sarcastically.

I roll my eyes. “Fuck off. Dad drilled that into all of us: ‘Never leave without a weapon.’” I try to mimic Dad’s gruff voice. “Let me know if you find anything.”

“Of course.”

And with that, he ends the call.

Now that that’s taken care of…

Time to do some research on my spitfire.

Chapter 8

Margot

I can’t believe he locked me in this room.

I can’t believe he locked me inhisroom.

He’s insane if he thinks I’d actually sleep with him after he kidnapped me.

Is he though? You seem awfully aware of how sexy he is.

Although, when I brought it up, he didn’t seem remotely interested. Why would he? He’s so far out of my league, it’s not even funny. He’s NHL level. And I’m… a high school team. Not even a good one. Like, a Division III team.

But that’s just fine. I wouldn’t give in to him even if he wanted me. No matter how sexy he is.

Sure.

BRRINGG!

My phone buzzes, interrupting my spiral.

Shit.

I grab it as fast as I can, not even checking the caller ID, just praying the guard outside my door didn’t hear.

“Hey, Margot, it’s Ronald. You didn’t show up to our meeting. We need to talk about this, but not over the phone.”

My boss.

Before I can even decide if I should ask for help or to just hang up and call 911, the door slams open.

I freeze.

A tall man runs in, eyes scanning the room. The second he spots my phone, he snatches it from my hand and ends the call. He’s gone before I can even process what happened.

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