Pride & Pleasure (The KNIGHT Brothers Book 1) by Rhonda Lee Carver

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    She lifted the top item, the red silk dress of Dawn’s, then she removed the next item and shook it out. It was a pale blue dress made of chiffon. She would never have picked something like this for herself. It was modest, yet seductive, and would show more of her legs than she was used to. The sleeves were long, but see-through. Inspecting the rest of the clothing, she did see, gratefully, that her sister included a pair of jeans, casual shirt, and flats.
    Taking the blue dress, she went into the bathroom.
    Her breath stilled in her lungs.
    A large window covered one wall, allowing lots of natural light to flow in. White shelves contained plush green towels, baskets of luxurious toiletries and a collection of nice smelling soaps. The best part was the large freestanding tub located in the middle of the room. She imagined herself settled into deep hot water, frothy bubbles, surrounded by lit candles, and reading a favorite book. She wanted to climb in now, but she didn’t have the time. Mr. Knight probably expected punctuality. Maybe she’d get to meet his sister Angelina, and hoped she had better manners. From what Max insinuated, she definitely would.

CHAPTER THREE
    Victor sat at his desk, listening to Miss Pine’s CD and looking down into the melting ice cubes of his unfinished drink. He brought his gaze up to the closed door where she’d disappeared through a few moments before. He shook his head and sighed, rubbing his palm over his short hair. He’d only gotten it cut a few days ago after reading an article about himself and his head of unruly coal black hair. It had been a sense of rebellion to cut off his renowned locks. He was so tired of hearing the media’s take on everything.
    Now he had Avary Pine to deal with.
    Just what he needed, another opinionated woman staying at the estate. If it wasn’t enough that his sister Angelina loved to ruffle his feathers, he had another in his house that seemed to unintentionally set him on edge.
    The cellist wasn’t anything as he’d expected—or the crying woman he’d seen laying in the hospital bed. He’d researched her, just to be on the safe side since he was allowing her to stay in his home, and had gathered that she was a mousy, freckle-faced, shy woman. Sure, she had a few of those characteristics, but there was nothing about her that he could fit into the category of mousy—ingenuous, yes.
    He had a feeling she didn’t much care for him.
    Maybe he had come on a little too strong, which he knew was nothing unusual. Angelina had warned him not to be himself when Avary arrived. He guessed he dropped the ball.
    He rubbed his shoulders, wishing he could alleviate the kinks in his muscles. He needed to visit his favorite massage therapist, Juan Detrimo, who wasn’t afraid to dig deep into Victor’s muscles and work out the tension. He’d tried a few others in the past and they seemed more interested in flirting. Juan came in, did his work, and took off. There was never any need for small talk and constant chatter like some of them expected. He made a mental note to have his secretary make the arrangements, that is, if she could work time into his schedule.
    Hell, he didn’t have extra time for anything—especially entertaining a cellist from the city. Yet, he had no other choice. He’d made a promise to Angelina and he wouldn’t break it.
    He wasn’t sure how long his sister had left…
    Standing up from the chair, he went to the window. The sun was starting to set and the last of the rays reflected off the water in the distance.
    His phone rang, but he didn’t bother answering. The clock read seven forty-five. He was ready to call it a day, not that he could concentrate now. His day wasn’t quite over though. He had to eat dinner with the cellist.
    He scrubbed his jaw and went to his desk, looking down at his blinking cell. The phone vibrated, notifying him that the caller had left a voice message. Clicking on the icon, he listened as Selena