Pride & Pleasure (The KNIGHT Brothers Book 1)

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asked if they were still on for tonight.
    She was still his go-to when he needed a release of tension in parts of his body below the waist, and occasionally they went to dinner, attended a gala or played tennis. He wasn’t interested in dating, and neither was the voluptuous blonde that loved sharing herself with a whole variety of men. Victor should be disappointed that he wasn’t the only man she pleasured, but Victor didn’t care and that’s what made this all even better. She knew how to use her gorgeous body to make a man forget all about his troubles.
    He texted her. “See you tonight.” And hit send.
    If he couldn’t have a massage, he could at least have a sexual fix.
    Leaving the office, he followed the stairs, went down the hall and into his bedroom. He pulled off his tie and tossed it onto the bed. From his closet he pulled out a V-neck sweater and black slacks, then exchanged his suit for the casual clothing. He didn’t bother with checking himself in the mirror before he went back downstairs to the dining room. The elegant table with the large ornate chairs that seated twelve was set with two places. He never liked eating in the formal dining room, but he guessed he should try to keep this dinner as professional as possible.
    “Hello.”
    The soft voice reached him. He turned and found the cellist standing by the entrance and he dipped his gaze over her. Again, nothing about her matched the definition of mousy. Her long hair, blonde or brown, somewhere in between, hung in soft waves. Her eyes were bright and seemed to take in all of the light from the crystal chandelier. The dress she wore now wasn’t anything like the outfit she arrived in that announced to the world that she was innocent. No, this dress teetered on sensual, yet kept a man guessing. The top had lowered onto one shoulder, showing off the slender silken line of her skin and a sliver of the top of one pale breast. The material flared around her thighs, the hem settling nicely on the thick, lush place on her legs. He followed the long, slender curve to her delicate heels, not the lethal weapons some women wore.
    His cock twitched and his chest tightened. What the hell? She wasn’t his type, not even in the same world as the women he found attractive. So then why was his body hard and his lungs deflated?
    Obviously he needed to see Selena more than he thought. After all, it’d been a few weeks since he’d had the time to visit her. He only had to make it through dinner.
    “Did you find your room to your liking?”
    “Yes, thank you.” She clasped her hands at her waist. His eyes naturally fell to her long, slender fingers and short, neat nails on her left hand.  Again, she was subtly, but not so much, hiding her right hand. She wasn’t very tall, only reaching his shoulders even with her heels on. If a swift wind came along, she’d probably blow away.
    An image of her fighting off her attacker came to mind. He knew very little about what happened outside of the music theater where she was attacked. A mugger approached Avary, there was a struggle, and he had brutally cut her hand—the one she used to hold her bow. A sting of anger passed through him. The man should be hung up by his toes and whipped with her bow.
    “I wanted to apologize again for my earlier behavior. I allowed my curiosity to get away from me.” Admittedly, he’d been an ass. “I tend to ask the hard questions.”
    “I’m very patient, Mr. Knight,” she said softly.
    “I’m glad one of us is.”
    “I’m sure you have more patience than you let on.”
    “Would you like to have a seat? I’m sure dinner will be served soon.” He pulled out the chair for her, which she took and he went around to his own chair at the opposite end but didn’t sit yet. She was busily spreading her cloth napkin on her lap and he took the time to watch her delicate profile and the way she nibbled at her bottom lip. “I must make a request. Please, call me Victor. Every time

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