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stature can against a person twice their size. I’m thankful when he stops tugging, but that dies quickly when he doesn't drop my hand. He squeezes it tighter.
    “Come on, JJ. I’m only looking for a drink and a couple of fun nights, not marriage. Unless you’re looking, that is.” He laughs at me when I shake my head at him. Trying to tug my hand away fails when his grip becomes painful. “You're young, single, and beautiful. I'm single, interested, and pretty good-looking if I do say so myself. What's the harm?”
    “I'm not having a fling with someone I work with. And I’m too busy for anything else. We're friends, Ollie, and I'd like to stay that way.”
    “You’re always so tense, JJ. Releasing some of your tension with me isn't going to affect your job. If anything—it’d help.”
    My hand is aching from his tight grip. I yank it from his, shaking it to regain circulation.
    I wish he wouldn't push the point tonight. I'm tired, and I don't want to get him offside if I can avoid it. My career means everything to me.
    Squaring my shoulders to tell him as nicely as I can that I'm not interested in releasing my tension with him tonight or any night,  I’m diverted from my mission when a big, leather-covered arm is slung over my shoulder. I’m propelled backward, tucked under an armpit and into a hard, male side. Ollie takes a big step away from me, abhorrence covering his face, as he studies the person who interrupted us.
    As a petite woman who only stands five two, I'm used to looking up at almost everyone, but this person is huge.
    Spicy cologne engulfs my senses, and I immediately know who has his arm around me.
    “Is this asshole annoying you, Juliette?” the big, blond biker from earlier tonight questions me in his gravelly voice.
    “Of course not. We work together,” Ollie answers before I'm able to.
    If I didn't know better I'd assume he was afraid.
    Moving me from my position tucked into his side with one big hand, I'm left staring open-mouthed when I meet my rescuer’s suspicious ice-blue eyes.
    Running my eyes over him, I take in his long, thick blond hair tied in a messy man bun on his head, tanned skin, and a close-cropped, dirty-blond beard.
    Damn, he's a beautiful man.
    Dressed in tight black jeans and a leather jacket that proclaims him as the Sergeant-At-Arms of the Black Shamrocks Motorcycle Club, he exudes sexy badass-ness.
    “Juliette?” he asks, louder this time.
    A thrill courses through me when it dawns that he remembers my name from when we spoke earlier tonight. Physically shaking myself out of my hot-man-induced stupor, I find the ability to answer. “Ollie is one of my bosses. It's fine.”
    “Didn't sound fine to me. Sounded like he was telling you that sleeping with him would help your career after I heard you turn him down twice?” My would-be rescuer turns his attention to Ollie, who swallows visibly. I can't see his expression from where I'm standing, but if Ollie’s reaction is anything to go by, it's intimidating.
    “Oh, I didn't mean it like that. My apologies, JJ, if it came across that way,” Ollie stammers. Turning away from us, he says over his shoulder, “Well, I'm heading home. I'll see you tomorrow.”
    Watching his quickly retreating back, I’m left marvelling at the abrupt change in him.
    The biker’s sexy voice brings me back to reality.
    “He do that often?”
    “Sometimes. He tries it on with all the female interns. I haven't succumbed, so he thinks I'm a challenge.”
    Jesus. Word vomit, JJ.
    I'm not sure why I felt the need to tell him all of that?
    Not being the friendliest person, I’m surprised by how comfortable I feel with him.
    “Anyhow, thank you for diffusing the situation. I really appreciate it. Mister...?”
    I raise my eyebrow. It says Timber on his jacket, but that can’t possibly be his real name.
    “I’m Lucas Blake, Doll. But you can call me Timber.” One corner of his mouth quirks when he calls me Doll.
    Hmmm, I don’t