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again, grunting slightly as I made little progress.
    As I bent over trying to finagle the keg, a shadow blocked the bright light from the kitchen shining into the dimly lit space.
    I glanced over my shoulder, not really noticing who walked in, only noticing how the door was quickly closing behind him. “Hey,” I called out, “don’t let the door…” The door slammed, locking us both inside. “shut,” my voice trailed off.
    “What?” the stranger asked, turning to face me, but I was already racing toward the door.
    “The door is locked now, genius.” I brushed past his tall frame and jiggled the handle. I dropped my forehead to the cold metal and let out a sigh.
    “Well, why didn’t you tell me?”
    “Really?” I asked, glancing over my shoulder up at him. If looks could kill, he’d be dead.
    His gaze met mine for the first time since our predicament and a shiver coursed through me. I didn’t know if it was from the cold of the cooler, or his eyes. His eyes.
    I’d seen those before, deep and dark, holding mine months ago as he owned my body in the moonlight.
    It was him. Theo from the beach.
     
    Oh God. Theo.
     
    The Lord of my O’s.
     
    “You should have a sign or something on the wall about the door locking. Why didn’t you tell me when I came in?” His deep voice brought me back from my memories and it took a moment to register his question. “Are you going to answer me?”
    My eyes met his harsh stare and it dawned on me. The Lord of my O’s didn’t recognize me.

THREE
     
    THEO
     
    Whoa, who the fuck is she?
     
    Normally being locked in a cooler with a girl would be a good excuse for a chance to fuck. But, I was the boss now. I couldn’t screw my employees. Even if they were as hot as her. Hell, this little vixen with the copper eyes and cute, petite figure would certainly find her way into my personal spank bank. But, that’s as far as she’d ever get with me.
    Who made a door which locked from the inside, anyways? Dumbest thing I ever heard.
    Her eyes were wide as she stared at me. She looked like she saw a ghost. What the fuck was she thinking? And why did I care?
    This wasn’t supposed to happen. Finding my employees irresistible wasn’t what I should be focusing on.
    Getting the fuck out of here as quickly as possible before my cock got rock solid is what I should I be focused on.
    This girl was trouble. I already knew it.
    Turning to face me, she rested her back against the cooler door. “I did tell you.” Crossing her arms, she slanted her head at me, waiting. “Besides, who doesn’t know to leave the door open?”
    Unbelievable. I stood with my arms crossed over my chest, looking down at her. “Are you blaming me?” I asked, drawing my brows together. “This isn’t my fault. There should be a sign or something.”
    She laughed. “A sign? What bar uses a sign? It’s common knowledge.”
    “Common knowledge? Says who? You?” Was this girl for real? What if we got locked in here during a busy Saturday night? She was a bit sassy, and it was really getting on my nerves.
    “No, not me ,” she said, pushing off of the door, “Anyone who ever worked a day in a bar knows.”
    My jaw ticked as I narrowed my eyes, was I that obvious? Sure, I’d never worked in a bar before, but come on, how hard could it be? “I’m sure other bars have a sign, or some other way to know the door locks. What kind of company makes a cooler that locks from the inside? It’s stupid,” I said.
    “All companies. I guess they want to trap people inside for the hell of it.”
    “Yeah well, I’m making a call.” I reached into my pocket and pulled out my phone.
    I held the phone in the air watching the bars disappear. Fuck, no signal.
    “What’s wrong, hotshot?”
    I closed my eyes briefly, lifting my chin toward the ceiling before finally glancing back at her. “I have no service.”
    “I could have told you that,” she said as she brushed past me.
    “Well, if you’re so smart, how do