Natasha McNeely

I didn__ ask for your help,_ I muttered, too exhausted to properly argue. __o fuck you.__n alarm bell went off in my head and I bit back a sigh. I swore I sensed the mischievous grin that inevitably crossed his lips.__ already did you.__t was going to be a long drive.

For one_ If you shoot me and your boss realizes it was without good reason, you__l have fucked up your trial period. And trust me; I know you__e still in it._ Ian pulled open a drawer in a small brown cabinet.__econdly, it could end very badly for me and I__ rather prevent that. Getting shot is not on my list of things to do today._ He wrapped his hand around the steel grip of his own weapon and removed it from the drawer.__nd last but not least, if you plan to shoot me_ Well, it__l be a matter of which of us is quicker and has better aim._ A pleasant smile crossed his features and he casually waved the gun from side to side. __o you want to risk it?