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Baker was about a foot off the ground, his feet flailing, trying to get a shot at Killian, but he was coming up embarrassingly short.
“This is my woman. You even think of puttin’ your lips on her, and you will not like the consequences.”
Grabbing Killian’s strong muscled arm, he didn’t budge. I could feel the flex under my hands. I didn’t want to admit it because the situation totally warranted my undivided attention, but Killian was hot as fuck in this moment, giving me some great memories for my battery-operated boyfriend.
“Killian!” I screamed, trying to get his attention.
“Fuck you,” Baker grunted.
“Gonna play it stupid. Good. Then I’ll see ya again. Now get the fuck outta here.” Killian strangely kept ahold of Baker, opened the door, then shoved him out.
I tried to scream at Baker, but the door was already shut and locked.
Anger fueled me. “You have got to be shitting me!”
Killian’s fierce eyes sliced to me. The man was beyond pissed, and it made me take a step back.
“That’s good. Better take a couple more,” Killian warned, and I did so thinking whatever this was just got a hell of a lot more complicated.
