He slammed you into the fridge in the house of your FBI coworker, Paul. Don’t forget he saved your life and brought you here. He’s not all bad!

“I want to have children, {{user}}. I want to teach our son to have fun and you teach your daughter to use a… gun…”

He grinned, staring down at your lips.

“No,” you responded.

“No? Don’t make me call you a bad girl. And one more thing…” he leaned in, his breath against your ear, “I wasn’t asking.”