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the frown on his face.
    “Excuse me?” she asked as anger began to chase away the fear. Who did he think he was, questioning her like she was a naughty child? “I heard arguing and came to make sure everything was okay in my place of business.”
    “Well, little lamb, you walked right into the lion’s den, didn’t you?” Striker was in her face now, and he was practically snarling while his hand was still wrapped around her arm in a vice grip that, while he wasn’t hurting her, didn’t allow her to step away, either.
    Lila twisted her arm in an attempt to break free. “Can you please let me go?”
    A startled look crossed his face, as if he didn’t realize he was still holding her. “Sorry.” He released her immediately. “Did I hurt you?”
    She dropped her arm to her side she blew out a breath. “No.”
    Striker ran a frustrated hand through his hair as he paced in front of her, and it hit her. He’d been worried for her safety. His face was drawn in a mask of agitation, and, if she was being honest, Striker in alpha mode was sexy as hell. Who knew this badass biker would get protective over her? A warmth bloomed in her belly at the thought.
    She wanted to reach out and stop him before he wore a hole in the ground. She also had an urge to hold him, and remind him that everything turned out fine. What would he do if she wrapped her arms around him? What would he do if she kissed him?
    God, what was she thinking? She should not be entertaining thoughts of kissing Striker. Hadn’t she just given someone a speech about unethical relationships between providers and patients? The difference was, in the first instance she had no desire to engage in any type of relationship with the man, and in this case, she practically salivated after him.
    “What just happened, Striker? Were those men friends of yours?”
    Lila waited as he took a few deep breaths, in and out, until he had himself back under control.  
    “Fuck no. They’re from a rival club. They were flexing their muscles and sending us a message. Don’t mess with them, Lila. Those are some dangerous fucking men. They come near you I want to know, got me?”
    “I’ve been told the same about you, that you’re dangerous.” Why did she say that? It sounded way too much like she was flirting with him.
    Striker stopped his pacing directly in front of her. Lila held her breath as she waited for his reaction to her statement. Standing in the corner of the deserted white hallway, they stared at each other. Lila could have sworn a magnetic force drew him in when he bent forward, and leaned so close to her ear, a gentle puff of air caressed her as his lips moved. “You’re a fucking temptation, Lila. One I should stay away from, because whoever told you that was right. I am dangerous.”
    Her breath hitched at his declaration and the fiery look on his face as he pulled back until their gazes met again. Hot lust burned bright and undisguised in his eyes. She was captivated by his stare. Her lips involuntarily parted to release the breath she had been holding. Striker groaned, and all rational thoughts fled her head. In the same instant, he slid a hand to the back of her head and fused their mouths together.
    Desire exploded through her system as his insistent mouth met hers. Lila snaked her arms around his neck and pulled his body flush against her. His skillful tongue swept into her mouth and tangled with her own, making her dizzy with desire. Just as her body registered the delicious sensation of his hard male torso pressed against her breasts, and his strong arms surrounding her, a voice boomed from the lobby.
    “Striker! Where the fuck are you, brother?”
    Lila jerked her head back, and would have stumbled if not for his arms around her. Holy shit, had she just been kissing the vice president of the No Prisoners? And at her work? Anyone could have walked by; she was surprise no one had.
    Striker tensed around her before he allowed his arms to fall away.