Kidnapped, threatened, and held captive until I agree to marry him...
he's bound to be a bad guy, right?!
Except he swears he isn't.
And if I got to know him, I would change my mind.
Why would I even try to get to know the guy that thwarts my every attempt at escape,
Looks like a god damn Lucifer,
Makes my heart go wild,
And likes pineapple on pizza?
It's all wrong wrong wrong.
I'm just a librarian and my life is not supposed to end up like one of those steamy mafia romance novels I like reading.
Wait, did I say steamy?
The only thing that needs to get steamy is the water in my shower, not anything else.
Unless he joins me there...
Oh boy, I'm in trouble.