Page 7 of Saved By a Knight

“Buying me dinner? No, no, it’s gonna be the other way around.” Chivalry isn’t dead. It’s just hidden beneath layers of taking control.

“Well, that’s too bad, Mr. Knight.” She snickers and ruffles her nose at me. “I squared up before I invited you in.”

A naughty smirk trickles at the corners of my lips. “Well, I hope you know I can eat. A LOT. You might’ve put your wallet in jeopardy.”

“Who said it’s my wallet taking the fall?” She winks at me, and my cock spikes upward.

Good God, we’re lucky it isn’t knocking on the bottom of the table.

I grab the wine glass by the stem and raise it in the air to toast. I’m sure it’s full of some expensive blend that my pedestrian palate wouldn’t be able to appreciate, but who am I to decline a free drink?

“Then a toast to a lovely night in great company,” I say, watching as her face twists into a devious smile.

4

LORA

Rich, absent parents make nights like this easier, I suppose. Had I been a struggling student, getting Knight out of his comfort zone would have been harder. Instead of a fancy restaurant, it would be a burger joint in Boulder. And while I find nothing wrong with burgers, fries, and draughts out of shoe-shaped tankards, I’d never know if he would actually follow me anywhere and everywhere.

Getting him out of his comfort zone isn’t to take control, however. It’s about lowering his guard and getting to know the man beneath the thick leather jacket. Learn more about James Knight, the man, not the monster, who runs his motorcycle club.

So far, everything’s going exactly to plan. He’s even started relaxing and smiling more.

After two glasses of wine, Knight moved on to whiskey. Shortly after the first arrived, so too did our dinner. Steak and confit potato fries for him, and a quarter chicken with vegetables for me. We ate in moderate silence, savoring the food, thoughI suppose Knight still hadn’t found his groove in the new environment.

“Gotta say, as skeptical as I was coming in here, the food’s pretty fucking good,” Knight says, taking a small sip from his glass.

“Good meal, better company, how can we complain, right?” Try as I might to fight a smile from growing on my face, my cheeks lift anyway.

“I haven’t had much to complain about since…” He pauses, reluctantly taking another swig from his glass. “Well, since I met you.”

There it is. Exactly what I wanted to hear. His interest was evident from his haphazard following, but getting confirmation that he’s more interested in me than just the damsel in distress on our first meeting is music to my ears.

“Is that right?” My smile widens, and my cheeks immediately start to burn.

Knight nods and fights away his own forming grin. “It does make me wonder, though.” He sets his glass down on the table and leans forward, staring past my eyes and into my soul. His smoldering gaze is enough to make my heart melt into a puddle between my thighs, but with ever-burning cheeks, I wait for him to finish. “Why a pretty little thing like you has any interest in a guy like me.”

Being this forward is out of character for me. I’m better suited to burning the midnight oil, buried in a stack of books, rather than being out and taking what I want. But James Knight has broken down those barriers without needing to try. Where I’ve pushed him out of his comfort zone, he’s doing the same to me. Makingme do and say things I could never imagine, out of fear of losing him to the next pretty girl who might catch his eye.

“Because a guy like you is every girl’s fantasy at some point in their life.” An involuntary wink accompanies. “Tattoos, leather jacket, a scowl so deep it could kill.”

Pure. Fucking. Badassery.

There’s no better way to describe it. Him. He drips intensity and raw aggression from head to toe, and I want it all directed at me. From the second I saw him, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it. Knight’s strong hands wrapped around my waist, pulling me into an unforgettable kiss that leaves me weak-kneed and desperate for more. Or the scent of his musky cologne as our bodies tangle and twine across his bed.

“You should be careful, Lora.” He smirks, running two fingers over the rim of his glass. “Flattery like that might make me lose control.”

“So?” I wiggle an eyebrow at him, joining him in leaning closer over the table. We’re still in a very public setting, and I feel our conversation is heading in one direction. It’s definitely not for their ears. “Why try and stay in control when letting loose is all the more fun?”

“It’s like you’ve got a direct line to what my soul craves, y’know that?” Knight chuckles, as one of his hands slides over the table, resting over mine.

The heat from his fingertips sends a warm jolt of electricity up my spine. And there’s a look in his eyes I can’t quite place. It’s so inviting, tantalizing, as if he wants to lean over the table and kiss me where I sit. Kick off whatever I planned for the rest of the night, right here in front of everyone.

I want him to. And if he’s not going to, I want to do it myself. Fully surrender to this strange mix of feelings and emotions that came out of nowhere, and haven’t released me since the night we met.

“Is that a good thing or a bad thing?” Shaky words pass my quivering lip. Knight has barely done anything, but I’m the one left in a mess.

“It’s better than you could ever imagine,” he says huskily before releasing my hand and pulling himself back.

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