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voice brings me down to earth.
    “You absolute prick!” I exclaim.
    Pushing against his shoulders in an effort to climb down, I’m left frustrated when I can’t dislodge myself. The man’s a bloody mountain.
    “Hey—there’s no need for language like that, Doll. All you have to do is tell me that you’re not gonna lie for your boss and then ask me nicely to let you down. It’s easy.” He chuckles.
    Quickly weighing up my options, the decision is a no-brainer.
    “All right, Lucas. I’m not going to back Ollie’s complaint, but I’m not going to tell them the full story either. I can’t risk it. My career’s on the line here. That’s the best I can do,” I tell him with resolution.
    His eyes narrow again in response. He doesn’t like my answer.
    Drawing in a deep breath, I beg, even though my pride rankles as I do it. “Please let me down now. It was so rude of you to toy with me like that just to get your own way.”
    At my admonishment, he throws his head back, roaring with laughter.
    It’s loud enough to wake the dead. If Joel wasn’t in an induced coma, I’m certain he’d have woken in shock.
    “Fuck. Princess’s always telling me that I’m shit at this flirting crap, but I didn’t believe her until now,” he mutters to himself.
    Who’s Princess?
    Does he have a girlfriend? A wife? I don’t think he’s married, I checked his finger last night.
    Once his laughter subsides, he meets my eyes. His eyes are the lightest, clearest blue I have seen, and at the moment they are hooded with desire.
    Desire that’s directed at me.
    “Doll, a man kisses you like that, he’s not toying with you. He’s fucking into you. Hot for you. Wants to fuck you bad.”
    “Oh—” No man has ever spoken to me so frankly. His directness shocks me, but I decide I like it. “Will you let me down now please, Lucas?”
    “No.”
    “Why not?”
    “I’m not fucking happy with your answer. I need to be here to keep Joel safe. And so do my brothers. If any of us are banned because of this bullshit, then shit’s gonna hit the fan. You have to tell the truth. We’ll protect you from any fallout. I promise.”
    He seems so sincere. So self-assured. So used to making promises to women he barely knows. Promises I doubt he can keep. I don’t see how he can stop Ollie from ruining my chances at residency if I tell the truth.
    Ollie’s a respected medical professional.
    Lucas belongs to a biker gang.
    “I’m sorry, but I can’t help you. It’s impossible for you to prevent the fallout. You’ll just have to be satisfied with me pleading ignorance when I’m interviewed. I know it’s not very fair, but you’ll probably end up being banned. I doubt the rest of your Club will be. It’s the best I can do.”
    Shaking his head at me, he presses his lips against mine for a second. “No can do, Doll. You don’t tell the truth, then you go down with him.”
    I gasp. He can’t be serious?
    “The director owes us a favor or two, and the biggest benefactor of this hospital’s the son of a founding brother of my Club. You tell the truth, we’ll make sure you’re protected from your boss. Fuck, we’ll make sure you get the fucking residency if you want it that bad,” Lucas promises me.
    He sounds adamant, making me believe his promise.
    Maybe I have a way out of this without losing either my integrity or my career prospects?
    A way to stop Ollie and his sleaziness in its tracks.
    “Truly?”
    “Truly.” He smirks, lifting his eyebrows up and down like a movie villain. His devious expression makes him even more gorgeous. “Welcome to the dark side, Doll. This’s where the winners live. Your piece of shit boss can’t do anything to you.”
    Pausing, I weigh his words. “Does this mean I owe your Club a favour?”
    I can tell by his widening eyes and the way his mouth drops open slightly, that I’ve surprised him. I guess my research from last night is paying off.
    “I’m not sure what you know about outlaw