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toes.
    This man is infuriating.
    “Why would you want to work under someone like him?”
    I fall still.
    It’s a good question.
    Ollie’s a brilliant surgeon. I could learn so much from him. My parents would be happy if I managed to gain a residency at the same hospital as my daddy, and since it’s always been my ambition to be a surgeon like him, my life would be perfect.
    The realities of working under Ollie are completely different. Constant indecent proposals and innuendo will become my life. If I back him in this lie, then I’m complicit in his games, and I’ll have zero recourse in the future if he becomes more persistent.
    When he becomes more persistent.
    “I don’t want to work under Ollie per se. It’s more that I want to be a surgeon, and he’s one of the best to learn from. That’s why this is such a big deal to me.” I cede his point.
    “It’s a big fucking deal because I’m not gonna stand by and let him accuse me of something I didn’t do. He pushes it, and he’ll find himself on the wrong side of my Club. We know plenty of people in this city and this hospital.”
    “So what ? You’re threatening me now?”
    My previous fury is returning. I’ll be damned if I throw my career away for a man I just met, no matter how attracted to him I may be. I know that Ollie’s doing the wrong thing, but I’ve worked too damn hard over the last nine years to lose it all now.
    Lucas didn’t even need to step in and defend me last night.
    I was handling it.
    “No, I’m not, Doll. Since you’re not gonna back his bullshit and get me banned from this hospital or charged by the fucking cops, I don’t see where we have a problem?”
    “And if I do?”
    His eyes narrow as he takes in my taunting glare.
    I don’t know why I threw this challenge at him.
    I’m pretty sure that I know what he’s going to say, and I’m not going to like it.
    I’m also pretty sure that I’m going to plead ignorance when I’m questioned. Then I’ll only be lying by omission. Lucas will probably be banned from the hospital, but I doubt he’ll end up charged over a he-said, he-said situation.
    I can live with that outcome.
    Instead of answering, he stalks toward me, and I instinctively back up. My back hits the wall near the ensuite door, and I’m forced to stop. Placing his hands under my armpits, Lucas picks me up with ridiculous ease until my eyes are level with his. He steps between my thighs, leaving me with no choice but to wrap my legs around his waist when he settles me on his hips.
    “Put me down,” I try to ask this with authority, but my voice betrays me, coming out as a sultry purr instead.
    “No.”
    Leaning into me, Lucas meets my lips with his and kisses me with skilled finesse. He gently prods my closed mouth with his tongue, but I refuse his request for admittance.
    My mind is screaming at me to pull away.
    To make him put me down.
    To tell him to stop touching me.
    The feel of his huge, warm frame pressing against me addles my wits, dampening my logic, and against my better judgement I wrap my hands around his neck and kiss him back.
    His beard is a contradiction, both smooth and coarse. It feels wonderful against my skin. I’ve never kissed a man with a beard—never wanted to before. It feels so much better than I thought it would.
    Cupping my ass with his hands, Lucas rubs his growing bulge against my core, over and over until we are grinding against each other. When he runs his tongue across the seam of my lips again, I don’t hesitate to let him in this time.
    Our kiss deepens into something I’ve never experienced before, and I lose myself in it.
    I’m in another world when he pulls away from me, so without thinking, I follow his head in an attempt to continue the kiss.
    “Now, Doll, I’d love to kiss you again, to take you home to my bed and fuck you into next week, but it’s not a good idea if you’re gonna back your jackass boss and his lies.”
    Lucas’s gruff, slightly breathless