Unfinished Hero 01 Knight Read Online Free Page A

me by one of the doors in the hall, let me go and opened the door.
    “That’s what I said, Knight,” I told him. “Now, Mr. Knight –”
    He came out of that door with his overcoat and turned his eyes to me.
    I interrupted myself then when they hit me and I clamped my mouth closed.
    “No, not Mr. Knight. Knight. My name is Knight.”
    I stared up at him as he shrugged on his overcoat and then asked, “Your Christian name is Knight?”
    “If that means first name, yeah,” he answered, grabbed my arm and pulled me down the hall to the front door.
    As he did, curious at this information even though I should be seeing to other business, I asked, “With a ‘K’?”
    He looked down at me as he opened the door, “Yeah, babe, with a ‘K’.”
    Then he pulled me out the door.
    “That’s an unusual name,” I muttered.
    “Yeah,” he agreed, dragging me down the luxuriant hall toward the elevators.
    “I kind of like it,” I blurted because I did but after I blurted that I kind of wished I didn’t.
    “I can die happy,” he murmured.
    I pulled in breath at his murmured, mild sarcasm which was kind of funny instead of being rude and this man did not strike me as a guy who could be funny, kind of or otherwise.
    He pulled me to a stop at the elevator and I watched him lean in and tag the button. This was when I saw he had hands that matched his body. Attractive. Long fingers. Well-veined. They weren’t professionally manicured but his nails were well-kept even if his hands looked like the hands of a man who didn’t have a lavish bedroom in an opulent apartment and wore expensive shoes, tailored shirts in a color that suited him so well a stylist had to pick them for him and pricey overcoats.
    Time to stop thinking about his hands and sort this.
    “Knight, I appreciate the offer, really. Thank you but truly, I can get a taxi home.”
    “Yeah, you can but you aren’t.”
    “I –”
    His eyes sliced to me and I braced.
    “Listen, babe, I take you home I’m doin’ something. Something that requires my attention. Like driving, getting a woman home safe then driving back here. This will give me time maybe to calm down. And this will take my mind off the fact I wanna rip Nick’s dick off, shove it up his ass and send that motherfucker over my balcony.”
    Without my brain telling them to do so, I yanked my arm free of his hold, my feet took me one step away from him and my hand came up to press against the gleaming, wood-paneled wall by the elevator as I stared up at him.
    I didn’t know if he meant this. I didn’t think he did. It would be bad form to toss your roommate over a balcony even if he did have a party you obviously weren’t invited to that happened to occur in your own home. Not to mention, it was highly illegal.
    I did know he was angry.
    And last I knew he didn’t mind sharing that and just how angry he was and doing it to a woman he did not know in any way. He’d dragged me through an apartment, didn’t let me finish hardly any sentences and picked me up to carry me over a pile of coats that he obviously threw in the hallway.
    I had my hand on the wall because my legs were shaking and I needed it there to help hold me up. And my legs were shaking because I remembered he terrified me. And there was reason. He was terrifying.
    As I stood there wondering if I should scream at the top of my lungs or turn on my cheap (but cute) high-heeled sandal and run as fast as I could, something happened.
    He started paying attention to me.
    Although it was sheer lunacy that I considered it unflattering, I did and what I considered unflattering was the fact that suddenly he seemed to be looking at me and actually seeing me. Until I shifted away from him, I didn’t exist. I was just an excuse to get him away from his apartment and Nick before he let loose his fury. Now, he was looking at me, his eyes moving over me, taking me in. My face. My hair. My hand pressed against the wood paneling. Down the length of me