She sighs. “Sam, it’s not what you said, it’s how you said it. You caught me off guard and it made me feel...cheap and dirty. Like I’m one of the girls that hang around bikers looking for sexual handouts from anyone. Plus you were completely off base about last night. Nothing happened.”

She’s acting like I hurt her feelings.

Wait? What? How does that make sense?

I don’t understand women.

“Lila.”

I’m pulling her to me and kissing her before I think about it. The instant our lips touch, my mind goes blank and all I can do is feel. I’m lost in her smell and the feel of her ass beneath my hands. I tell myself I’m kissing her to protect the MC. Deep down, I know I’m kissing her only for me.

My cock swells, throbbing with need against my jeans. I want nothing more than to shove her dress up around her waist and bury my face between her legs. Everything I said to her five minutes ago I desperately want to do now.

I’m sure as hell not going to say one word about it though. This time I’m keeping my damn mouth shut.

Lila immediately responds just like I hoped she would, tangling her fingers in my hair and leaning closer. She can’t stop this madness between us any more than I can.

We’re doomed.

This is going to end with both of us going down in flames. I can see it coming from a mile away and can’t do one damn thing to stop it.

Even worse, I don’t want to stop it.

“Sam?” she finally whispers against my lips when we break apart for air.

“Hmmm,” I answer, moving her hair aside and kissing her neck.

“Are we still on for dinner tomorrow night?”

“Damn straight. If you still want me.”

“I want you,” she says softly.

I bury my nose in her hair and breathe in her scent.

I’m getting in so deep.

Chapter Nine

Lila

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I drive away from the Inked Dragon then double back around on side streets to an empty abandoned building with a clear view of the shop. The ATF rented the location for a month to give me a place to observe the customers entering the front door.

The back entrance of the Inked Dragon is being watched by a surveillance camera that I placed two weeks ago on a utility pole in the alley. Every few days, I’m supposed to pull the tapes and go through them. I haven’t looked at them yet. There’s no telling what I’ll see. I’m almost afraid to imagine.