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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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