Irresistible Knight by Tierney O’Malley Read Free Book Online Page B

baby. With one O . You know, King Arthur's knight.”
    “I've heard of Tristan, Percival, and Guinevere's lover Lancelot. But not Bors. Were you the one who cleaned and sharpened the knights’ swords?”
    “Bors may not be as popular as the others, but I tell you I am the hottest of them all.”
    “God help us from vain men.”
    “You can shake my hand. I used hand sanitizer in the clinic and sanitized my hands and arms. The doctor in there is a clean freak. I don't think I'm contagious.”
    Taylor stared at his hand, almost twice the size of her own. She debated whether to tell him her name or not. What if Jean had already issued an APB on her? But then he might not. After all, she was Jean's secret daughter only the select few knew about.
    “Not used to shaking people's hand or you don't know how.”
    Taylor scrunched up her nose. “Of course I know how.” She just didn't like shaking men's hand, especially those that frequented Jean's office, and she never failed to let them know that. Her disgust for those men always seeking company of young women showed each time she faced them. Jean might have kept her like a prisoner in her own home, but he failed to keep her from voicing her opinion. Considering they weren't in Jean's living room, she decided to keep her thoughts about men to herself. “Sorry. I'm just not used to meeting a tall man with big ... boots.” God, what a lame excuse .
    “Six-two is not freakishly tall.”
    Taylor shook his hand and gave him the name only her mother used to call her. “Teejay.” The name was real. Her mother used to call her that. Short for Taylor Jean. A nickname that went to the grave with her mother.
    “Please to meet you, Teejay. By the way, the woman you met isn't my wife. She's my sister in-law Julie.”
    “Uh-huh. And I'm supposed to believe you, why?”
    “Because I'm telling the truth. I could call her if you want.”
    “Not necessary. Well, nice meeting you, Bors. As much as I'd love to chat, I can't. Have to go. Busy.” Taylor punctuated her last word with a nod. What a lie. But she wasn't here to meet drop dead gorgeous men. She met his stare and felt the urge to smile. Why? Perhaps the same reason why the receptionist blushed to the roots of her hair. Because he was a single and sinfully sexy man?
    “That's it?”
    “Excuse me?”
    “Aren't you a bit intrigued why I followed you?”
    “No. But since you asked, maybe you want to apologize for being a knuckle head?”
    Bors grinned. A devilish look came into his eyes. “That's close.”
    “Why don't you just tell me?”
    “I thought maybe you need some assistance.”
    “Ah, so you're a knight in dirty armor trying to save a damsel—”
    “Without shoes.”
    “Thus the reason why I am crossing the street.”
    “Well, you can't.”
    “Just watch me.”
    “Can't let you cross the street.”
    “Nice meeting you, Bors. I have to go.” She turned so quickly that her ankle buckled beneath her. Taylor would have landed on the ground if Bors hadn't reached for her waist to stop her fall.
    “Easy, babe.”
    “Oh, God. My foot is dead.”
    “Hang on to your case.”
    “What are you doing?”
    “If you don't want to ride in my car, I'll give you a ride.”
    “What? What?”
    “I heard you the first time.”
    Taylor's mind focused on Bors's strong hold on her waist, she missed his intention. Before she realized what was happening, the world shifted and turned. “Put me down. Are you crazy?”
    “I must be,” he mumbled, but Taylor heard him.
    Bors's arms felt strong against her back and thighs. Not knowing what to do with her other arm, she wrapped it around his neck. He smelled like garbage that sat in the can for a week. But she thought it wasn't a good time to remind him of that fact. After all, he was trying to be heroic. “Why did your sister-in-law think a woman hurt you?” Taylor pointed at the cut that must have hurt like crazy.
    “She knows I would never let any man do this to me without