# Taming Her Billionaire

Yahrah St. John

The fine art of seductionMaximus Knight just had a rude awakening. It’s bad enough he has to compete for control of Knight Shipping with the half-brother he never knew he had. Now his father’s will has just given gorgeous gallery owner Tahlia Armstrong a tie-breaking stake in the company. Seducing her into turning over her shares—and controlling interest–to him backfires when a sizzling kiss ignites emotions too powerful to ignore.Max is Tahlia’s secret weakness. For years, she has desired the man no woman can resist. But the charismatic entrepreneur is used to getting what he wants, and Tahlia has been scorched by love before. When a shocking power play threatens their passionate bond, Tahlia has to decide whether she can trust Max with her heart—and a love too precious to lose.

The fine art of seduction

Maximus Knight just had a rude awakening. It’s bad enough he has to compete for control of Knight Shipping with the half brother he never knew he had. Now his father’s will has just given gorgeous gallery owner Tahlia Armstrong a tie-breaking stake in the company. Seducing her into turning over her shares—and controlling interest—to him backfires when a sizzling kiss ignites emotions too powerful to ignore.

Max is Tahlia’s secret weakness. For years, she has desired the man no woman can resist. But the charismatic entrepreneur is used to getting what he wants, and Tahlia has been scorched by love before. When a shocking power play threatens their passionate bond, Tahlia has to decide whether she can trust Max with her heart—and a love too precious to lose.

He spun her around and, to her surprise, began buttoning her coat.

“I can do it,” Tahlia said, halting his hands with her own.

“I want to make sure you’re warm,” Maximus said, brushing her hands aside as he continued his task.

Tahlia looked down. Didn’t he know she was not only warm, but she was also on fire from his touch? She hadn’t recovered from his earlier kiss, and being in this confined space with Maximus was playing havoc on her senses. Her heart was already beating an erratic rhythm.

“Tahlia, look at me.” Maximus’s voice was husky with desire.

She met his eyes with hers, and they scanned her face slowly and seductively. And when his gaze slid downward to her lips and he lifted his thumb to caress them, her pulse quickened. Maximus tilted her chin upward with a finger to inch her closer to him. Tahlia knew what was coming next, and there was no hesitation on her part. She twined her fingers into his curly hair at the back of his head as she’d been longing to do. Sweet relief flooded her as he hauled her against him, bent his head and closed his mouth over hers.

Dear Reader,

I hope you find Maximus Knight’s story a satisfying conclusion to the Knights of Los Angeles series that began with Taming Her Tycoon. My idea of a sibling rivalry over the family dynasty came from watching the television show Empire.

I love the arc of each character’s metamorphosis. Maximus can’t get past his father’s betrayal in giving half his birthright to his brother, Lucius Knight, with Tahlia Armstrong as the tiebreaker vote. Maximus is equal parts charmer and schemer as he tries to retain his empire by seducing lovable Tahlia. She becomes empathetic to Maximus’s plight after realizing her surrogate father, Arthur Knight, had faults. It’s exciting to see Maximus’s growth as he falls for Tahlia’s sweet nature and accepts his new brother.

My next book, His San Diego Sweetheart, debuts in spring 2018. Visit my website, www.yahrahstjohn.com, or write me at yahrah@yahrahstjohn.com for details.

Yahrah St. John

Taming Her Billionaire

Yahrah St. John


www.millsandboon.co.uk

YAHRAH ST. JOHN is the author of twenty-five books, seventeen with the Harlequin Kimani Romance line. When she’s not at home crafting one of her sexy romances with compelling heroes, feisty heroines and a dash of family drama, she can be found in the kitchen cooking one of her gourmet meals discovered on the Food Network for her husband. Or this thrill-seeking junkie can be found traveling the globe seeking out her next adventure. A graduate of Hyde Park Career Academy, she earned a bachelor of arts degree in English from Northwestern University. St. John is a member of Romance Writers of America but is an avid reader of all genres. She lives in sunny Orlando, the City Beautiful, where there’s great weather all year round. For more information, please visit www.yahrahstjohn.com.

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Contents

Cover

Back Cover Text

Introduction

Dear Reader

Title Page

About the Author

Dedication

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Epilogue

Extract

Copyright

Chapter 1

Maximus Xavier Knight stared at the beautiful woman who’d just entered the library of his family’s estate for the reading of his father Arthur Knight’s will. Had she really just said she was his partner? Was he in some alternative universe? Surely his father’s attorney, Robert Kellogg, hadn’t just informed him that his father had bestowed 49 percent equally to him and his illegitimate older brother, Lucius Knight, and given this random yet stunning woman the remaining 2 percent?

One thing was for sure, she was a knockout. His eyes skimmed over her. The wrap dress she wore clung to her shapely curves, showing him she had generous breasts and hips he could grab on to and legs that went on for miles. Long, flowing black hair hung down her back in soft luxurious waves. Her smooth tapioca-colored skin looked soft to the touch. He drank in every detail, her high cheekbones, finely arched eyebrows and full kissable lips, which held a hint of pink lipstick. Her expressive large brown eyes were mascara-coated and looking at him intently.

“Maximus, I presume.” She held out her hand. “Tahlia, Tahlia Armstrong.”

Maximus extended his hand, cupping her small, soft one in his, and shook it. The brief contact sent an arc of desire shooting straight through him. They stared at one another for several beats before she lowered her hand, making Maximus wonder if he’d imagined the electric connection.

“Ms. Armstrong, welcome,” Robert said. “I was hoping you would have come earlier.”

“Sorry.” Tahlia blushed. “Promptness isn’t my strong suit.” She found an empty chair beside his half brother, Lucius, and took a seat. She was clearly embarrassed by her tardiness but seemed to have known more than any of them did.

“Omigod!” Maximus’s mother, Charlotte, cried into her handkerchief by his side. He knew she must be in shock just as he was by his father’s bequest, but he was determined not to show weakness.

“Robert.” Maximus remained standing and walked over to his father’s longtime friend. “Is this will iron-clad?”

The attorney frowned. “Meaning was your father of sound mind when he wrote it?”

“Of course he was,” Lucius’s mother, Jocelyn Turner, burst aloud, jumping out of her seat. “This was his way of finally acknowledging Lucius.” She pointed to her son, who was still seated next to his fiancée, Naomi Brooks.

“You have no say here.” Charlotte Knight stopped sniffing long enough to speak and rise from her seat to face her nemesis. “Arthur was my husband, not yours. You were nothing more than his low-rate mistress, one he couldn’t bother to be seen with.”

“Mother! That’s enough.” Maximus didn’t want an all-out brawl to break out. Lucius had stood as well and stepped in front of his mother in full protective mode.

“Everyone, please,” Robert spoke loudly, interrupting the crowd. “I need you all to take your seats.”

Reluctantly, both mothers sat down while Maximus and Lucius remained standing. Maximus didn’t know what to make of his older brother, but he knew he’d be a formidable opponent. He was six foot two with a square jaw and an athletic physique. Even though he worked out often, Maximus wasn’t sure he could take him down physically, but there were other ways.

“Why would he do this?” Lucius asked, turning to Robert. “I know nothing about the shipping business, and I want no part of any inheritance Arthur Knight may have left for me.”

“Good.” Max smiled. He was glad to see that he and his brother were on the same page. He didn’t need or want Lucius around, and apparently he felt the same way. “It’s settled. You can sign over your shares and we can be done with this business.”

“No!” Tahlia’s voice rang out. “It’s not what your father wanted.”

Maximus spun around on his heel. The withering look he gave her may have frightened many an employee in his office, but not Tahlia. He guessed she was somewhere in the neighborhood of five foot nine or ten, and wasn’t backing down from him even though he stood several inches taller. “And how would you know what my father wanted?”

“I’d like to know the answer to that question, as well,” his mother said. Fury was etched across her face. How was it that she was in the dark about yet another woman in his father’s life?

“Because he talked to me about his failure to do the right thing by his sons,” Tahlia responded.

So she knew about Lucius? How long? Was she another one of his father’s mistresses? She was young and incredibly beautiful. How had she gotten herself mixed up with an older married man when she could have her pick of men? A million questions scrambled Maximus’s brain, but before he could fire them at her, Robert interjected.

“Everyone, I know Arthur’s wishes must come as a shock to all of you,” Robert stated, “but I can assure you he was of sound mind and body when he wrote this will. Further, as Ms. Armstrong has stated, it was Arthur’s hope that you both could work together side by side and truly become brothers.”

“Robert, you act like this is some kind of family reunion,” Maximus returned, “when that’s far from the case. We—” he motioned around the room “—are here because my father was a liar, a cheat and a coward. It sickens me. And only now in his death does he have the courage to speak up? This is nothing short of Shakespearean.”

“Please, take some time to let all of this sink in, give it time to settle,” Robert replied softly. “You’ll see he was finally trying to be fair.”

“While ripping the ground right out from underneath me? He’s given a complete stranger—” Maximus responded with contempt as he pointed to Tahlia “—two percent of his company, and I want to know why.”

“I don’t know why,” Tahlia replied, squaring her shoulders. “I certainly didn’t ask him for it. I was just a friend. An ear to listen when he needed it. And vice versa. I know that may be hard or strange to believe given our age difference, but nothing untoward happened between me and Arthur. He was like a father to me, giving me advice about life, work...and I—I miss him, too...” Her voice broke, and she turned away from him, clutching her hand to her mouth.

It made Maximus feel like a heel because he’d clearly upset her when he hadn’t meant to. He just wanted answers. He had a right to know why half of the company he’d devoted his life to had been given to a son his father never claimed and someone who wasn’t even a member of the Knight family. He was boiling with rage, but venting at a woman wasn’t his style. Nor would he give Lucius the satisfaction of seeing him falter, but one thing was for certain: he wasn’t about to give up the battle for Tahlia’s 2 percent, which was rightfully his.

Maximus bent down to speak to his mother, who was still reeling at the news. He whispered in her ear, trying to soothe her frayed nerves. “There’s nothing we can do at this moment. Give me some time to figure this out, okay?”

She nodded.

Maximus glanced up and watched Robert pack up his briefcase and then come over to him. “Max, I’m sorry how this all turned out for you,” he said. “I warned Arthur that this wasn’t the best approach, and he should have discussed his choices with you sooner rather than blindsiding you.”

Maximus shrugged. “Why should I be surprised, Robert? I’ve never been able to do enough or achieve enough to gain my father’s respect, and now this? He didn’t even think I could run his company.”

Robert patted his shoulder reassuringly and quietly walked away.

What was he supposed to do now? Maximus’s mind was jumbled as to what his next move should be. He glanced across the room and saw Lucius, Jocelyn and Naomi speaking quietly while Tahlia stood in the background, watching the entire scene. She was clearly uncomfortable to be in the middle of a family squabble. And it surprised him that he felt protective over a woman he’d just met and wanted to comfort her, but he did.

So he strolled toward her.

She smiled when he approached, and Maximus’s stomach flipped. Something that never happened with other women. Usually his time spent with the fairer sex was either as a companion for an event or his bedmate. Nothing more.

Tahlia Armstrong fit neither of those categories.

“Are you all right?” he inquired.

“Shouldn’t I be asking you that question?” she responded with a half smile. “I mean, I didn’t have my entire life turned upside down today with no warning.”

“Very true, but you also became an instant millionaire today,” he said smoothly, regarding her intently. “Two percent in Knight Shipping is nothing to laugh at.”

“No, I don’t suppose it is,” she said demurely.

And then there it was again, a hint of a blush on her rosy cheeks. She looked downward, not quite looking at him, and that was when he realized Tahlia Armstrong was flustered by him. Maximus had to figure out how to use that to his advantage.

“You should stay for dinner,” he stated quietly, surprising even himself with the offer.

“D-dinner?”

He grinned. “Yes, you do eat, don’t you?”

She chuckled, and Maximus had to admit he liked the sound of it. “I do.”

“Then join me. I mean, me and my mother that is.”

Tahlia glanced over to his brother. “Is Lucius and his family welcome to join us?”

Max bristled inwardly. He hated being backed into a corner, but in order to figure out his next move where Tahlia was concerned, he might have to tolerate a meal with his older brother and harlot of a mother. Though he had no ill will against Naomi.

“If that means you’ll agree, then yes.”

* * *

Tahlia smiled. She’d won a small victory in getting Maximus to agree to dinner with his brother, Lucius. When Robert had first telephoned her a couple of days ago, she’d been unprepared for the bombshell he was about to drop on her. One day she was a lowly assistant at an art gallery in Los Angeles, the next she was the owner of the gallery as well as a 2 percent partner in Knight Shipping, one of the largest shipping companies in the United States. Talk about a change in circumstances overnight! Not to mention she was finally going to get close enough to Maximus to actually have a conversation after seeing him only from afar!

Tahlia had been so shocked by the turn of events, she’d kept the news to herself and hadn’t even told her mother, Sophia, or sister, Kaitlynn. How could she tell them she was tied indefinitely to the Knights and Maximus, the man she’d secretly crushed on the last year? Ever since she’d first seen him from across the room at one of the gallery’s exhibit openings, he’d been on her mind. Not that he had noticed her that night. When she’d asked Robert why he was telling her in advance of Arthur’s bequest, Robert indicated he thought there might trouble between the two brothers when they learned their fate and was hoping she’d play peacemaker.

It was a tall order, one which she knew wouldn’t be achieved overnight, but it was a start. They were family after all. And for some reason, Arthur, her dear friend, had chosen her to lead the effort, and Tahlia was determined not to let him down.

Tahlia tried not to show nerves as she and Maximus walked over toward Lucius and his family, but instantly a chill spiked in the air.

“Lucius.” Maximus nodded in his direction.

“Max.” Lucius used his youngest brother’s nickname, and Tahlia felt Maximus immediately tense beside her. She was sure it was used only by family and close friends, certainly not a brother he’d known nothing about until a couple of weeks ago.

Tahlia had been horrified when she’d heard that Arthur had been caught in flagrante with Lucius’s mother, Jocelyn, in a hotel room and had a heart attack. The news media had been unforgiving in their portrayal of the shipping magnate and his womanizing ways. And when the press had realized that Lucius was the product of their decades-long affair, they’d been brutal. It was no wonder both men were angry. They had a right to be. Arthur should have been honest with them much sooner.

“I’ve invited Ms. Armstrong,” Maximus began, but she interrupted him.

“Tahlia.”

Maximus nodded. “I’ve invited Tahlia to dinner this evening. And she thought you and your lovely fiancée might like to join us.”

Tahlia frowned. She was sure she’d said Lucius’s family, including his mother, but was that asking too much under the circumstances?

“That’s quite generous of you, Max,” Lucius replied with a wide grin. “And I’ll stay if my mother is welcome.”

Lucius was purposely baiting him, and Tahlia hated that she was the cause, but Maximus didn’t seem fazed—or at least not that he was showing outwardly. In Tahlia’s opinion, he plastered a fake smile on his face before saying, “I suppose, but it might be best to keep both our mothers on opposite sides of the table.”

“That would be prudent,” Lucius responded.

Soon they were all headed in the direction of the dining room. Tahlia was shocked when Maximus returned to her side after briefly speaking with his mother. She could see Charlotte Knight recoil with the turn of events as evidenced by the glare she threw in Tahlia’s direction, but she remained silent and did as Maximus instructed.

Once they made it to the beautifully appointed dining area, Charlotte immediately sat at the head of the table, making it clear this was her home and they were all just visitors in it. Maximus flanked his mother to the left, leaving the seat to her right open, which Tahlia reluctantly took. Meanwhile, Lucius and his mother sat beside Tahlia while his fiancée sat next to Maximus.

A uniformed man Tahlia could only assume was the butler came to speak with Mrs. Knight. Several seconds later waitstaff entered to fill their water glasses as well as offer them wine with their meal. Other than everyone selecting their choice of red or white, the silence in the room was deafening.

“Th-thank you for having us,” Tahlia offered, glancing at Charlotte. “It’s really quite generous.”

“Did we have much choice?” Mrs. Knight queried under her breath.

“If you don’t want us here, we can leave,” Lucius responded tightly from across the table, and Tahlia could feel the tension ratchet up a notch, but Maximus intervened.

“We’ve invited you and you’re our guest,” Maximus stated wanly. He turned to the company on his side. “Naomi Brooks—” he offered her his hand “—it’s a pleasure to finally meet you. I’ve heard quite a lot about Brooks & Johnson. I believe you use their products don’t you, Mother?”

He turned to Charlotte.

She gave the first sincere smile Tahlia had seen since she’d arrived. “Yes, I do. They are the only products my salon carries where I get my facials.” She lightly touched her cheek. “They’re really quite remarkable products.”

“Thank you.” Naomi smiled.

“You started the company with your best friend, yes?” Maximus inquired, sipping his wine and leaning back in his chair to regard her.

“Yes, in our apartment in college,” Naomi replied.

“And turned it into a billion-dollar business,” Maximus added. “You’ve got yourself quite a find here, big brother.”

Tahlia gave Lucius a sideward glance. The love in his eyes was evident as he grinned across the table at his fiancée.

“And you?” Charlotte turned her attention to Tahlia. “What is it that you do, dear?”

“Mother,” Maximus cautioned. The tone in his voice told her to tread lightly.

“I’m just being cordial,” she replied, reaching for her wineglass.

“Up until recently, I worked as an assistant at Art Gallery Twenty-One.”

“That was one of Father’s favorite galleries,” Maximus said, offering Tahlia a warm smile.

“Have circumstances changed?” Charlotte asked.

“As a matter of fact they have,” Tahlia answered. “Robert informed me that Arthur was owner of the gallery and has bequeathed it to me.”

A loud gasp escaped from Charlotte, but she soon recovered. “So now you own it? You must have made quite the impression on my husband.” She took another sip of her red wine. “Very much like other people I know.”

Her implication was clear that Arthur and Tahlia had an intimate relationship, a seedy one. Fury boiled inside Tahlia, but she needn’t have worried because Jocelyn rose to the bait.

“If you’re insinuating something, Charlotte,” Jocelyn spoke after being silent since they were seated, “just say it. Maybe then we can all end this whole charade.”

Tahlia suspected it must be very difficult for Jocelyn to sit in her former lover’s home with his wife and son, knowing she’d had an affair with the man for years and produced a child. A child who was sitting beside her but had never been acknowledged, until now.

“Au contraire, contraire,” Charlotte replied with a snort. “It gives me great pleasure to sit with the mistress of my lying, cheating excuse for a husband and her illegitimate offspring after you’ve in essence ripped my child’s inheritance right out of his hands.”

“I did no such thing!” Lucius roared from beside her. His dark eyes blazed with indignation. “I didn’t ask for any of this. Neither did he.” He flung his hands in Maximus’s direction. “Did you know Arthur was cheating on your mother?”

Maximus glared at him, and at first Tahlia thought he wouldn’t respond, but then he shook his head. “Of course I didn’t,” he finally replied. His dark brown eyes were very much like Lucius’s. “Do you think if I did I would have let Arthur continue to humiliate my mother with yours?”

Tahlia tried to speak. “Everyone, why don’t we calm down. I think dinner is coming.” Or at least the salads were. Several waitstaff entered the room carrying plates filled with mixed greens, cranberries and walnuts and what appeared to be some sort of vinaigrette. As they set a plate in front of her, Tahlia couldn’t wait to dig in.

Maximus gave her a small smile from across the table, but it was pointless because Jocelyn rose to her feet. “I’m sorry, Lucius.” She turned to her son. “I can’t sit here and break bread with these people in A-Arthur’s home. It’s just too much.” Seconds later, she pushed her chair back and rushed out of the dining room.

“Good riddance!” Charlotte said with a smile.

“That was uncalled for, Mother,” Maximus hissed. “Apologize.”

“For what? For speaking the truth in my own home?” she replied bitterly.

Lucius rose from his chair beside Tahlia, and she watched in horror as Naomi did the same. Despite her best efforts to bridge the gap between the brothers, it was all in vain.

“We’re leaving,” Lucius stated, throwing his napkin onto the table.

“You don’t have to go.” Tahlia attempted to save the day.

Lucius patted her on the shoulder, preventing her from getting up. Then he bent down and whispered in her ear. “Good try, ole girl, but you’re going to have to do a lot better than this to get us to become a family. C’mon, Naomi.” He extended his hand to his fiancée and headed for the door.

Maximus stood as well, buttoning his suit jacket that looked sexy as hell on him, and strode confidently to the dining room door and met his brother at the exit.

“Lucius.” He inclined his head. “I’m sure we’ll be speaking soon.”

“No doubt,” Lucius replied. Seconds later he and Naomi were gone.

“Did you really have to be so gauche?” Maximus asked, turning to his mother after Lucius and his family had gone. It was only the three of them remaining.

“Quite frankly I did.” She stood. “You should be happy I was willing to get through salad, given everything that woman—” she pointed to the door Jocelyn Turner had just vacated “—did to me.”

“That you let them do to you,” Maximus corrected. “Don’t try to rewrite history.”

“I—I’m not going to talk about this right now,” Charlotte huffed. She reached for her wineglass and without another word took it along with her as she stormed out of the room.

“Was it something I said?” Tahlia asked when it was just her and Maximus alone in the dining room.

He let out a loud rumble of laughter that was so infectious Tahlia couldn’t resist and joined in on the fun. Soon, they were both howling, unable to control themselves. After several moments, the chuckles finally subsided and Maximus came beside her, pulling out the chair next to her that Lucius had vacated.

“That was a complete and utter disaster,” he stated unequivocally, leaning back in his chair and staring openly at her.

She nodded her agreement. “It was.”

“I applaud you for trying to calm the waters, but considering the circumstances, you must know that this is an untenable situation. We are never going to be a family.”

“Who says? There are all sorts of families.”

* * *

“You’re not really that naive are you?” Maximus inquired, peering at Tahlia. Where the hell had she come from anyway? He knew his father liked to frequent the art gallery. And now he knew she was the cause. And could he really blame his father? Tahlia Armstrong was a bombshell.

Had she, too, been carrying on an affair with his father right under their noses? Or at least under his mother’s since she’d known for years about his father’s affair with Jocelyn Turner. How could she stomach staying in the marriage knowing he was unfaithful?

Maximus would never have tolerated such a betrayal. When he married, if he married, his wife would be his and only his. He’d kill the man who dared look at her, let alone touch her. It was why he couldn’t understand how his mother allowed the adultery to continue for decades.

“I’m not naive,” Tahlia responded. “I just choose to be positive and was trying to make the best of the situation.”

“Very noble, but wasted on us,” Maximus replied, rising to his feet. “Can I walk you out?”

She blinked several times. Perhaps she thought they were still going to continue with dinner. Not tonight. He needed time to think and strategize his next move.

“Uh, yeah, sure,” she said.

Maximus pulled her chair out and followed Tahlia as they walked down the corridor. He purposely walked behind her so he could enjoy the view of her backside. His groin tightened as she swayed, and God help him, he wanted her.

Suddenly she stopped short and turned to him. “In the spirit of keeping the peace, I want to make it clear to you that nothing happened between your father and me.”

“And you expect me to believe that?”

Her eyes narrowed. “Yes, I do, because it’s the truth. When your father visited the gallery, all we did was sit and talk during his lunch hour. He was a father figure to me, Maximus. Nothing more.”

“What on earth would he have to discuss with you?” As soon as he said the words, he knew they sounded harsh. “Listen, I’m sorry, all right? But even you have to see where I’m coming from. A woman I’ve never met had a relationship with my father that not only did no one know about, but apparently he was more caring with you than he’d ever been with me.”

When they made it to the large oak door with a stained glass insert, he held it open for her, and she stepped outside. “I’m sorry. Truly sorry that Arthur wasn’t more open with you and that you didn’t get to know the man I knew. And th-thank you for dinner.” She smiled up at him with her big brown eyes, and Max felt his manhood swell. He’d only just met Tahlia, but she was having a profound effect on him.

“It wasn’t much of one, I’m afraid.”

“You tried.”

“Have a good night.” He watched her walk to her car and shut the door. Then he headed directly for the library. He usually loved the room because it was surrounded on three sides by bookshelves up to the crown molding at the ceiling. The furniture was upholstered in rich chocolate-brown leather to match the solid oak desk his father had once used. But Maximus didn’t care for any of that tonight and went straight for the wet bar. He poured himself a bourbon straight up. He walked over to the French doors across the room and opened them, staring out over the manicured great lawn. He sipped his drink and thought about his next move.

He hadn’t felt such a strong physical pull toward a female in a long time, if ever. Wanting Tahlia Armstrong was irrational and not advisable. He needed to figure out how he could control her and the situation. She now owned the two most important percent of shares at Knight Shipping because hers was the deciding vote, thanks to his father’s machinations. Had his father done this to spite him because Maximus had suggested taking Knight Shipping public when Arthur was adamantly opposed to it? Had he given Tahlia those shares to ensure it never happened? If so, she was no match for him. Expansion was inevitable, and the board now composed of Lucius and Tahlia would have to vote on it. Maximus would do whatever was necessary to ensure he was successful.

He’d seen the way she looked at him today. She wasn’t unaffected by him either. He’d noticed earlier that she stammered whenever he came within close proximity to her. Perhaps their mutual attraction could work to his advantage. Sexing her was an intriguing possibility.

Maximus heard a noise behind him and turned to find his mother standing in the doorway. “Care to pour me one of those?” she asked, inclining her head to the drink in his hand. The red wine she’d had earlier was nowhere to be seen.

“Sure.” He stepped back into the library and took care of making her a drink. Then he walked over to where she’d made herself comfortable on his father’s favorite easy chair and handed her the bourbon.

“Thank you.” He settled across from her in another chair, and they were both quiet for a long moment before she finally spoke. “I’m still in shock, Max. I can’t believe your father did this to us.”

“You mean to me,” he responded. “I’m the one he pushed and pushed to be the best at everything. I’m the one he said would run Knight Shipping one day, but instead, he gives half the company to my illegitimate brother? A son he couldn’t even acknowledge while he lived? A son who knows nothing about the shipping business? You have no idea what it feels like to be in my shoes, Mother.” Maximus threw back the remaining bourbon in his glass and then jumped up and went to the bar for another one.

Maybe, just maybe, he could drown out the hurt and betrayal he felt at a father who’d never loved Maximus as much as he’d loved him.

“I’m so sorry, Max,” his mother cried. “I thought I was doing what was best for you.”

He spun around on his heel. “By staying with a man who didn’t love you and pined for another woman? For what? So I could inherit the keys to the kingdom?” He chuckled wryly. “Well, you can see what good that did you. He screwed you over yet again.”

“He screwed us both, Max,” his mother responded tightly. “He’s given half your birthright over to that no-good playboy brother of yours.”

Maximus eyed her warily. “Be careful, Mother. Be very careful.”

“Why? Don’t tell me you’re feeling sentimental about a brother you never knew you had and who’s trying to take what’s rightfully yours.”

Maximus didn’t believe for a second that was the case. Lucius had been as shocked as he was by the bequest. He hadn’t known he was Arthur’s son until that moment in the hospital a couple of weeks ago, when his mother had railed at him. Maximus had seen the horror that had crossed his older brother’s face when the realization had sunk in that not only had his mother been carrying on an affair for decades with their father, but that he’d been the result of it. Lucius had been devastated.

Despite that, however, Maximus wasn’t about to let an interloper, an outsider, walk in and take what was his. He’d been groomed his entire life to run Knight Shipping, and no one, brother or no brother, or their sexy partner, Tahlia Armstrong, would get in his way. He would see to it.

“Of course I’m not sentimental, Mother,” Maximus responded. “But haven’t you heard the old phrase ‘you catch more flies with honey’? Don’t worry.”

Her brown eyes stared at him incredulously. “How can I not be worried when half your inheritance is being stolen?”

“We have to play it cool, Mother. Because if there’s one thing I’ve learned in business, it’s that we mustn’t show our hand. I promise you, I’ll get what’s mine. I promise you. All in due time.”

“How?”

“I have a plan.”

Chapter 2

“You own Art Gallery Twenty-One?” Kaitlynn Armstrong, Tahlia’s sister, stared back openmouthed as they sat at Tahlia’s breakfast bar the next morning. Tahlia had stopped by Kaitlynn’s apartment to tell her about the dinner at the Knights’ estate and to share her amazing news and good fortune.

“Sure do,” Tahlia replied with a self-satisfied smile. “Arthur Knight transferred the title to me. So now that witch Bailey will be coming to me for approval.”

Tahlia was referring to her boss, Bailey Smith, who was into traditional art. Tahlia had been trying unsuccessfully to get her to branch out to show unconventional pieces. It was only when Arthur had liked a piece from an up-and-coming artist that Bailey had relented for a small showing. It was at that opening that Tahlia had first laid eyes on Maximus Knight.

She’d been setting out canapés when he’d walked into Art Gallery Twenty-One just as confident as he pleased in a designer suit, skinny tie and expensive loafers. He looked every bit the wealthy shipping magnate. From her vantage point, he’d looked serious and intent when he’d spoken to his father. Tahlia had watched him from afar, soaking in every bit of his aura, from the curly fro on his head that she would love to run her fingers through to the bushy eyebrows above sexy eyes to those sinful lips.

Unfortunately, Maximus Knight hadn’t stayed long at the gallery. She’d been pulled away to help a customer, and when she’d finally looked for him, he’d been gone. But now everything had changed. Arthur’s death had set her on a new path that Tahlia could only hope she could prove worthy of.

“I still can’t believe it,” Kaitlynn said. “Did you have any idea that Arthur Knight put you in his will?”

Tahlia shook her head. “None.”

“Have you told Mom yet?”

“No, not yet. She’s at work now,” Tahlia responded. Their mother, Sophia, was an RN at UCLA Medical Center and had just started her evening shift. And Tahlia couldn’t possibly tell her this news over the phone. This news had to be delivered in person.

Kaitlynn glanced down at her Apple watch. “Oh, yeah, right. I’d forgotten. She’ll just die when she hears the news.”

“Just like I did,” Tahlia responded. “It’s so surreal.”

“Why do you think Arthur did it?”

Tahlia shrugged. “All I can think of is that I was kind to him. Sometimes he’d come in on his lunch break to just stare at the paintings. He’d be so wistful that I’d come over and chat with him. I could tell something weighed on his mind heavily at times, but he never shared with me the full details.”

“So you had no idea he was carrying on an affair?”

“Of course not. But I did know he had another son whom he had treated unfairly. I suspect Arthur regretted his actions, which is why he’s taken such drastic actions now in his will.”

“But to make you the deciding vote?” Kaitlynn said. “That’s heady stuff. He clearly thought very highly of you, sis.”

“I feel honored,” Tahlia said, lightly touching her chest. “And scared out of my wits. I mean, Kaitlynn, I know nothing about the shipping business.”

“Perhaps Maximus will teach you.” She grinned with a wink. “I think you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

Tahlia jumped up from her stool to cover the blush she could feel creeping up her cheeks. “Why would you say that?”

“C’mon,” Kaitlynn teased. “I’ve seen how you react whenever Maximus is mentioned in the news or on social media. You’ve got a crush on him,” she said in a singsongy tone.

“Do not,” Tahlia said, spinning around to face her.

“Preach to the choir because I’m not listening.” She covered her ears with her hands.

“Even if I did,” Tahlia responded with her hands on her hips, “I doubt Maximus would be interested in a peon like me.”

“I beg to differ. You’re in a position of power now, and Maximus will have no choice but to stand up and take notice of you.”

“Because of the shares I have?”

“You’re the deciding vote,” Kaitlynn responded. “He’ll want to keep you close. The question is how close will you let him get?”

Tahlia smiled at Kaitlynn’s teasing tone. She’d wanted Maximus to see her, but she would rather it was because he genuinely found her interesting, not because he thought she was a pawn he could use. But perhaps if they spent some time together he’d see her as something more than a vote in his favor. Only time would tell just what her relationship with Maximus would be.

* * *

“This is stunning news, Max,” his best friend, Griffin Cooper, stated when they met up on Sunday at the Los Angeles Country Club. Now seated in the main dining room, they were sharing breakfast over a cup of coffee. They’d forgone their weekly racquetball session to just sit and talk.

“You’re telling me,” Maximus replied. “I knew my father was a cunning liar, but I never in my wildest dreams imagined he would cut me out of what’s rightfully mine.”

“You’ve worked your butt off for Knight Shipping,” Griffin concurred. “It’s not fair.”

“No, it isn’t.” Maximus seethed in his seat. He’d been awake for nearly half the night mulling the situation over, remembering everything he’d ever done to win his father’s favor. The countless times he’d made sure to excel in school, to be the best in sports, to get into Harvard Business School, and still it was never quite enough. His father always pushed and pushed him. And for what? So in the end he could share running Knight Shipping with Lucius? And Tahlia Armstrong? Where in the heck had she come from?

“Why do you think he did it?”

“At first, I was so sucker punched, I couldn’t think of a single reason why. And then it came to me.”

“What came to you? Don’t leave me in suspense.”

“Tahlia may think my father’s motives were altruistic in giving her those shares. And maybe they were.” Maximus’s lips twisted in a cynical smile. “But I suspect the old man wanted to ensure that I never took Knight Shipping public.”

Griffin’s expression grew still, and he became serious. “Do you really think he went that far?”

Maximus shrugged.

“What are you going to do?” Griffin inquired. “Contest it? I would imagine your father made the will iron-clad.” Griffin was an attorney at a well-known law firm in Los Angeles.

Maximus nodded. “Robert said as much.”

“So? Do you think Lucius will sign over his shares?”

“It’s doubtful,” Maximus responded. Despite the fact that Lucius hadn’t asked for or even wanted the inheritance, Maximus doubted he’d walk away from it. His older brother struck him as the proud type. He’d keep the shares, just to show Maximus that he could and to prove to himself that he could run it. He’d done his research, and Lucius hadn’t become a corporate raider by chance. Lucius had obtained an MBA before investing in his first business venture, an up-and-coming technology firm. The gamble paid off, and he’d made his first million before he was thirty.

Unlike Maximus, who’d been groomed since he was young that one day he’d take over the company Arthur had started with his mother Charlotte’s help. Oh, yes, Maximus had learned years ago that his father had married into money and had used her family’s money to start Knight Shipping. No doubt, that was why he’d stayed married to her because he didn’t want to lose his empire. Yet, he continued his affair with Jocelyn Turner, the woman he’d truly loved.

It burned in Maximus’s craw.

“Max?” Griffin interrupted his thoughts. “What are you thinking? I can see your mind spinning a mile a minute. Are you thinking about the overseas deal and how you’re going to salvage it?”

Knight Shipping had been offered lucrative contracts to transport electrical machinery and luxury vehicles, but they needed capital to expand, especially if Knight Shipping wanted to compete with the other cargo and shipping companies in the Port of Los Angeles marketplace.

“I am thinking about it. But there’s no getting around Lucius,” Maximus responded, “at least for the moment. I’ll have to choose a different route.”

Griffin studied him, trying to read his next move. “The girl?”

“Bingo.” Maximus smiled devilishly.

“How?”

“Get her on my side. Convince her to see things my way.”

“And how do you plan to do that?” Griffin inquired, sipping his coffee.

Maximus shrugged. “It’s quite easy. Seduce her.”

Griffin choked on his beverage. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me. Tahlia Armstrong likes me,” Maximus replied. “I sensed it yesterday when she stayed behind for dinner.”

“Your mother dined with the woman who’d been carrying on an affair with her husband for years?” Griffin was aghast.

“Trust me, it didn’t last long. But it was Tahlia’s idea. From what I gather, my father intended her to be the peacekeeper between Lucius and me. Last night was her first attempt, which although a bust gave me just the ammunition I need to get out of this quagmire my father has left us in. I mean really, Griff, he gave both of us forty-nine percent? What was he thinking?”

“He wasn’t. He felt guilty for keeping Lucius in the dark about his true identity. This was his way of making amends.”

“At my expense,” Max said hotly. “He could have given Lucius money, baubles, anything—even a smaller percentage of the company. Why did he have to give him an equal share in Knight Shipping? He knew how much the company meant to me. The only thing I can think of is he did this to spite me, get back at me in some way because I was never the son he really wanted.”

Griffin frowned. “What do you mean?”

“Isn’t it obvious? He wanted Jocelyn. He wanted their son, Lucius, but he could never have them because he was bound to my mother because her money was used to build his company.”

“C’mon, Maximus. That sounds twisted. I’m sure that’s not it.”

“Isn’t it?” Maximus had never truly felt loved by his father. Arthur had been happy to see him go away to boarding school and college. And when he’d come home, Maximus would be so happy to see him and eager to show his father the reports of how well he’d done, but Arthur could never be bothered. He was always working. For what? A company he told Max would be his, only to give half of it away to Lucius, the son he really wanted?

“Max, bro.” Griffin grabbed his shoulder from across the table. “Don’t. Don’t do this to yourself. Don’t second-guess everything that ever happened between you and your father. It’ll drive you crazy.”

“No crazier than learning my entire life was built on a lie,” Maximus stated harshly, shrugging Griffin’s hand away. “Finding out my father married my mother for her money and only stayed with her because of it. He never loved her or me. We were both just a means to an end.”

“Max...”

Maximus rose to his feet and buttoned his suit jacket. “Anyway, thanks for hearing out me, Griff. I guess I just needed to get some things off my chest.”

Griffin stood, as well. “Of course. Anytime you need an ear, I’m here to listen.”

Maximus turned to leave, but Griffin stopped him.

“What about Tahlia Armstrong? Were you serious about your intentions toward her?”

Maximus hesitated in his footsteps. No, he wasn’t sure this was the right move. He didn’t relish hurting anyone, least of all an unsuspecting, sweet and beautiful woman like Tahlia Armstrong, but his hands were tied. “It’s the only way.”

* * *

Tahlia stood outside Art Gallery Twenty-One in the Arts District on Monday morning and looked up at the white stucco two-story building. She still couldn’t believe she owned it, lock, stock and barrel. Arthur Knight had purchased the art gallery on her behalf and bequeathed it to her in his will.

A smile formed on Tahlia’s full lips. He’d done this for her. When all she’d ever done was listen to the older gentleman when he came to look at artwork. She’d had no idea that small act of kindness would lend itself to Arthur being so generous.

“How long are you going to stand outside?” asked Faith Richardson, a petite blonde with a luscious mane of hair that Tahlia would kill for. Faith was one of the main reasons she’d stayed at the gallery. In addition to sharing a love of art, they were also friends as well as coworkers. Of course, she wouldn’t be a coworker for too much longer once Tahlia shared her news.

Tahlia couldn’t wait for the opportunity to tell Bailey Smith who was boss now.

“Oh, I’m coming in,” Tahlia said as Faith swung open the double glass doors into the gallery.

Every time she did, Tahlia loved how wide, open and airy the gallery was. With its white walls, covered with paintings and other works of art, it was her dream come true to exhibit at a place like this. She’d never imagined that one day she’d own it.

“There you are,” Bailey Smith, Tahlia’s boss, stated as they arrived. “You’re late.”

The slender brunette was wearing a scowl as Tahlia and Faith approached her, though Tahlia had to admit she was looking ever the fashionista in a navy pantsuit and cream silk top and was no doubt wearing designer heels. Meanwhile, Tahlia was her usual self in a twisted-drape pencil skirt and an off-the-shoulder sweater with a slew of dangling necklaces.

Bailey flashed a disapproving look at her ensemble before starting in on her. “How many times must I remind you about promptness, Tahlia?”

Tahlia sighed. “I’ve lost count.” It was only a few minutes after 9:00 a.m., and there were no patrons in the gallery. Most didn’t arrive until just before noon. She didn’t understand why Bailey insisted on riding her. It wasn’t like she didn’t stay late when needed.

“Then I would think you’d remember to be on time,” Bailey reminded, “but that’s inconsequential. I’ve just been told that our new owner will be arriving to this morning’s staff meeting. Come, the attorney is here.”

She ushered them toward the back of the house where Bailey’s office, Tahlia and Faith’s even smaller office and the small kitchenette were housed.

When she arrived, Tahlia found Robert Kellogg, Arthur’s attorney, already seated. She smiled and he returned it with one of his own. Only the two of them knew what she was privy to but would soon be revealed to the group.

Tahlia took a seat at the six-seater table while Bailey sat at the head of the table with Robert and Faith flanking her to her left.

“Mr. Kellogg, we’re very eager to hear news of the new owner,” Bailey began. “Please fill us in.”

“And I am eager to share with you,” Robert returned.

“I’m just so sorry to hear of Mr. Knight’s passing. He was a lover of the arts. Of course, I had no idea he actually owned the gallery.” Bailey chuckled nervously.

“He preferred to keep his interests private,” Robert said, looking in Tahlia’s direction.

Bailey glanced at Tahlia with a raised brow. Could she tell that the gauntlet was about to drop on her? Tahlia was just happy that Robert was here to give the news.

“As I mentioned to you a couple of days ago, Ms. Smith,” Robert began, “the reading of Arthur Knight’s will occurred yesterday and Arthur Knight was named as owner of Art Gallery Twenty-One, and he bequeathed it...”

“Will his son Maximus be taking over the gallery?” Bailey asked, interrupting him.

“No, Arthur had someone else in mind.”

Bailey’s eyes lit up with anticipation. “Who, then?”

Robert turned to face Tahlia. “Ms. Smith, meet the new owner of Art Gallery Twenty-One.”

“W-what?” Bailey’s eyes grew wide with disbelief. “I—I don’t understand.”

“Omigod!” Faith’s hand flew to her mouth.

“All right, then let me be clear. Arthur Knight bequeathed the gallery to Ms. Armstrong. She is the gallery’s new owner.” He slid the deed of ownership over to Tahlia.

“That simply can’t be,” Bailey said. “Why would he do such a thing? She—” Bailey motioned toward Tahlia “—is a lowly gallery assistant, while I have been running this gallery for over three years.”

Robert shrugged and closed his briefcase. “I don’t know what to tell you, but the will is a fait accompli. Ms. Armstrong.” He glanced at Tahlia, who couldn’t resist sporting a huge grin at Bailey’s disbelief that she actually owned the gallery. “If you need anything, please—” he handed her his business card “—give me a call. Arthur asked me to be at your disposal for whatever questions you might have as you take on your new ventures.”

“Ventures? As in plural?” Bailey inquired incredulously. “What else did he give you?”

“Good day.” Robert nodded at Tahlia and left the room, leaving the three women sitting at the table.

“This is such great news,” Faith said and rushed from around the table to give Tahlia a warm hug. “I can’t believe it. You own the gallery. But why don’t you seem surprised? Did you know already?”

Tahlia nodded. “I received a letter from Mr. Kellogg that Arthur requested the gallery be given to me upon his death, but I didn’t have the actual paperwork until now.” She held up the deed in her hand.

“You!” The one word from Bailey that came across the table was bitter and caused Tahlia and Faith to both look up in alarm.

Bailey’s normally porcelain skin was red with fury. “You own the gallery! What did you do? Sleep with the old man?” She laughed. “You must have. How else to explain why a wealthy man like Arthur Knight would give a gallery to you, a peon, a nobody.”

Anger boiled in Tahlia’s veins. She wouldn’t be put down by this woman a second longer. She’d been Bailey’s whipping boy—or girl, for that matter—for two years, but no more. “Watch yourself, Bailey. Be very, very careful before you utter another word.”

“Why? Because you’ll fire me?” Bailey laughed, throwing her head back. “Well, don’t bother. I quit!”

“Good, you’ve made my life easy,” Tahlia responded, facing the angry-faced woman. “I don’t have to fire you. Please pack your belongings and don’t let the door hit you on the way out.”

Bailey took a step toward Tahlia. “You’ve no idea how to run this gallery. Mark my words, you’ll be out of business within the year because you’re a flighty ditz.”

“Get out!”

“Gladly.” Bailey stormed from the conference room.

Tahlia followed Bailey to her office. She watched her open and close drawers and bang items around as she packed a box. She was keeping an eye on the woman because she wouldn’t put it past Bailey to try to sabotage her. Her former boss was packed in five minutes flat and stalking toward the front door, her stilettos hitting the wood floor like spikes. When the door finally slammed behind her, Tahlia let out a long sigh of relief and leaned against one of the walls.

“Wow! That was dramatic,” Faith commented from behind her.

Tahlia breathed in deeply before she spoke. “Yes, it was. I just hope she wasn’t right.”

“Right about what?” Faith asked, folding her arms across her chest. “About you failing? That’s a lot of hogwash. Bailey just had sour grapes because Arthur Knight didn’t leave her the gallery. Though I shouldn’t be surprised it was you. You and he always did have a special bond.”

“Yeah, we did.” Tahlia became wistful as she glanced at one of the benches where they used to sit. With her father gone, Arthur had been like a father figure to her, filling a void she hadn’t known she’d needed filled until she had someone to confide in about her hopes, her dreams and her fears. She remembered sitting with Arthur during his lunch hour and talking at length. He hadn’t wanted to go back to the office. Instead, he wished he was in the Louvre in Paris. With Lucius’s mother, perhaps?

“Don’t worry.” Faith reached across and patted Tahlia’s arm. “You’ll do great. You’ve always had tons of great ideas that Bailey would never listen to. But this place—” she spread her arms wide “—is yours now. And you can do with it as you please. Invite whatever artists you want to exhibit.”

Tahlia beamed as she stood up from the wall. “You’re right. We’re—” she pointed to Faith “—going to do great things here. And Bailey Smith will rue the day she ever underestimated me.”

And so would Maximus Xavier Knight. If Kaitlynn was right in her assumption that he would try to charm her, then Tahlia was going to have to have her wits about her.

Chapter 3

Maximus pulled his blue Bugatti sports car in front of Art Gallery Twenty-One later that evening. He’d tried unsuccessfully to make it earlier so he could invite Tahlia out for lunch. His schedule had been an endless array of meetings as he tried to keep Knight Shipping clients calm. They were all worried with Arthur’s death about the status of the company. And quite frankly, so was Maximus. How was he supposed to run a company with only half the power? He needed to be free and clear to make decisions unilaterally. But those days were gone. He’d have to consult big brother Lucius as well as Tahlia on every major decision that he made. The machinery deal had stalled, but the luxury vehicle opportunity was still on the horizon. They had to strike while the iron was hot.

Damn his father for putting him in this position!

He’d always done everything that was asked of him and more. And this was how he was repaid, with a knife in the back? Or at least that was how it felt to Maximus. While Lucius and Tahlia were laughing all the way to the bank. Speaking of Tahlia...

Maximus glanced at the whitewashed stucco building. Inside was the woman who held the key to whether his running of Knight Shipping would go smoothly or whether it would be hell on earth. He needed Tahlia on his side. He could offer to buy her shares outright, but if she said no then that would cloud anything that transpired between them after that. No, better to wait. Maximus hoped that with a little schmoozing Tahlia would vote to effectively neutralize Lucius. Just how far he would go to make that happen remained to be seen.

He’d told Griffin he intended to seduce Tahlia, but Maximus was hoping it wouldn’t come to that. Maybe Tahlia would see things his way and need very little convincing. Exiting his vehicle, he strode purposefully toward the door.

The gallery was well lit with vibrant paintings adorning the walls and several sculptures strategically placed throughout the open floor plan on pedestals or suspended from the ceiling. It was nearly closing time, so there were less than a handful of people milling about the room. Maximus strolled through the gallery, peering at several pieces of artwork. He’d come once before for an artist’s exhibition, but he’d hardly seen any of it. He’d come here that night to talk to his father because he’d left the office early before they’d closed a deal. He’d found Arthur hadn’t been interested in discussing business. So Maximus had stayed on his phone until the deal was finalized. But now he had time to look around to see what his father had seen in this place.

He stopped in front of a particularly intriguing painting.

“It’s quite complex, yes?” a soft feminine voice said from his side.

Maximus glanced sideways and saw that Tahlia had joined him and was looking at the painting. “Yes, it is.”

“I’ve told the artist that he should dig deeper like he did with this piece. I think he’s very talented.”

“Is there more of his work here?”

Tahlia shook her head. “At the time, I could only convince my boss to exhibit one.”

“Shouldn’t be a problem for you now,” Maximus stated, moving from the painting to walk toward another, “now that you own the gallery.” He noticed that Tahlia followed behind him.

“No, it won’t be,” she responded, “but why does that sound like an accusation?”

He turned to face her and offered an apologetic smile. “I’m sorry. I didn’t intend it that way. I was merely stating the obvious, which is you’re a wealthy woman now and the gallery is yours to run as you see fit.”

She eyed him suspiciously, as if she didn’t believe him. “Yes, it does, and I have some ideas.”

“Care to share them over dinner?” Maximus inquired. He glanced down at his watch. “It’s about closing time, isn’t it?”

“Yes, it is, but I would need a few minutes to shut down.”

“That’s no problem,” he responded. “I can wait.”

“Why would you?”

“I thought it might be a good idea to get to know my business partner since we’ll be working together.”

She nodded. “Yes, I suppose that makes sense.”

“Then join me.” He trained his dark brown eyes on hers.

“All right,” she replied. “Give me a few minutes, okay?”

“Sure thing. I’ll just mosey around.”

He stared at her retreating figure. He shouldn’t want Tahlia, but he did on some elemental, visceral level. Every time he looked into her eyes, they sizzled with fire, blasting through every reserve in his arsenal. He had not felt anything with his previous lovers other than the physical release his body craved, but there was something about Tahlia that triggered an untapped need in him to care for her, guard her. He had to figure out what it was. He couldn’t afford any distractions, not if he wanted to keep what was his.

* * *

From the loft above, Tahlia stared down at Maximus as he moved through the gallery like a sleek panther hunting his next game. And was that her? Was that why he was here?

He’d said it was because they were going to be partners at Knight Shipping, but Tahlia didn’t believe him—at least not entirely. The way he’d looked at her told her it might be something more personal. She wouldn’t mind if it were. Maximus Knight was a gorgeous man. And tonight she’d been made increasingly aware of that fact.

She’d been stunned when after finishing up with a customer, she’d noticed him in her gallery staring at one of her favorite paintings. Since he hadn’t noticed her, she’d been able to soak him in. Power radiated from the man—along with a killer instinct, which she was sure served him well in the business world. But there was a sophistication and polish to Maximus that came from being born into money. And his looks—he was well-groomed with a boldly handsome face that appealed to her. The tiny curling tendrils encircling his head made Tahlia want to reach out and finger them. He stood proud and strong in an arresting dark suit that outlined his shoulders and towering presence.

He was, however, deep in thought, and she’d wondered what could have him so perplexed. And so she’d stepped toward him, eager to find out. His compelling gaze made Tahlia nearly lose her breath, but she’d put up a good front. She knew he wasn’t happy about her new role in his company.

If she’d had her pick, it wasn’t the role Tahlia would have chosen, either. She’d have wanted Maximus to notice her because he’d found her attractive. And maybe he did, but she suspected he was spending time with her now only to try to figure out where she stood. And exactly where was that?

Tahlia wasn’t sure, but maybe she’d figure it out tonight.

* * *

Maximus watched Tahlia saunter toward him. His eyes roved over her figure, and he missed nothing. Not the way the drape of the skirt hugged her curves or how the sleek sweater showed off her naked shoulders. His tongue flicked out to moisten his parched lips. Tahlia was mighty fine. And Maximus had to admit, he would enjoy his dinner companion for the evening.

“Ready to go?” he asked when she made it to him. Her large expressive eyes were alive and glowing, and Maximus liked what he saw there. She was most certainly interested in him, which could play into his game if he decided to go there.

“Yes, let’s do it.” She headed through the doors. He stayed close behind her as she locked up, so when she turned around her face was mere inches from his.

“Oh.” She stepped back for a moment and nearly stumbled, so Maximus reached out and circled his arm around her waist.

“Careful.”

They stayed that way for several seconds, both of them staring at each other. Maximus looked her over seductively, and when his gaze went to her full lips, he felt her tense almost immediately and she stepped away.

“Where to?” she asked, moving toward the sidewalk. “I’ll follow behind you.”

“We should take my car,” Maximus said. “I don’t mind driving.”

“That isn’t necessary.”

“I insist.”

In the end, Maximus won out and he opened the passenger door for Tahlia to his Bugatti, and she slid inside. He came around to the driver’s side, hopped in and started the engine. Tahlia seemed uneasy beside him as he drove to dinner despite the fact that she looked damn good in the red leather bucket seat. After several long, excruciating silent minutes, Maximus patted her thigh. “Relax, Tahlia. I don’t bite.”

“Are you sure about that?”

He grinned. “What have you heard? Or should I say read?”

“You have a reputation for being determined.”

It seemed like she’d thought that word through very carefully. “You mean ruthless?”

“That word has been used.”

“And you’re wondering how it applies to you?”

“Shouldn’t I?” Tahlia asked. “I know I stand in the way of something you want.”

“Who’s to say you’re not what I want?” Maximus said as he pulled into the valet area of a well-known French bistro. He glanced at Tahlia and saw the stunned look on her face, just as he exited the vehicle and handed his keys to the valet.

He was at her door in no time, grasping her hand and pulling her from the vehicle. He liked touching her and that when he did, her reaction to him was purely physically. He planned to keep on touching her. With his hand at the small of her back, he led her inside the bistro.

“Jean George,” Maximus greeted the maître d’.

“Mr. Knight,” Jean George replied. “It’s a pleasure to have you dining with us again. Your same table, I presume?”

“If it’s available.”

“For you, of course. Please allow me.” He led Tahlia and Maximus to a quiet booth away from the bustling interior.

Tahlia slid inside the booth, and Maximus eased in beside her. When their thighs began to touch, Maximus felt his skin prickle and heat up in awareness. Or was it the playful scent of her peony fragrance that permeated the small space they shared? They both peered at their menus for several moments, but Maximus didn’t need to look; he knew what he wanted.

When Tahlia glanced up, she found his gaze was riveted on her. “What are you doing, Maximus?”

“Call me Max. All my friends do.”

“And is that what we are, friends?”

“We don’t have to be enemies,” he stated firmly.

“I guess that depends on you,” Tahlia stated, and his eyebrow rose. Tahlia wasn’t as naive as he imagined her to be.

A waiter came over and took their drink orders, a scotch for Maximus and a club soda for Tahlia. Once he’d gone, Maximus responded to Tahlia’s comment. “All right, I’ll bite. I didn’t anticipate having you or Lucius to answer to when running my company.”

“Don’t you mean our company?” she responded quickly.

He was about to correct her when he saw the smile in her eyes. She was teasing him. “All my life I’ve been groomed to run Knight Shipping, so imagine how you would feel if the shoe was on the other foot and interlopers came in to tell you how to run it.”

“I can only imagine that you feel slighted, as would I,” Tahlia said. “But this doesn’t have to be a battle between you and your brother, Lucius.”

“And how do you foresee this going, Tahlia?”

He liked how her name rolled off his lips.

Tahlia shrugged. “I’m not sure. We’ll have to make it up as we go along.”

At her words, he frowned. Maximus didn’t leave anything to chance. He was all about facts and figures and making a well-thought-out educated decision before proceeding in life as well as in business. It was why he’d been so successful.

“Listen, no one said this was going to be easy. I think your father put me in the middle to help negotiate a peaceful truce between the two of you.”

“You don’t resent that he’s put you in the middle of an untenable position?”

“At first, I did,” she answered honestly, “but then I began to see it as an honor and that I could make a difference.”

“Are you always this positive?” Maximus inquired, steepling his fingers and staring at her. “Because that’s sort of a Pollyanna way of thinking.”

“That might be so, but I’m here and I’m not going away.”

There was never a truer statement, Maximus thought. “No, you’re not, so we might as well get to know each other if we’re going to be spending so much time together.”

“At the office, I presume.”

The waiter returned and set both their drinks on the table.

After they’d ordered dinner, Maximus immediately reached for his drink and took a sip. “As a shareholder in Knight shipping, your presence, although not required, is expected at functions in town or around the globe if needed.”

“I only own two percent. You and Lucius have the lion’s share. You don’t need me there.” Tahlia reached for her beverage and drank liberally from her club soda.

“What if I want you there?” Maximus countered.

Tahlia looked up at him through thick lashes, and Maximus’s stomach lurched. He did want her around and not just for business. He wanted her for himself. He wanted to get to know her story and how she’d become this beacon of positivity.

“I—I’ll be there, if I’m needed.”

She didn’t rise to his bait, but that was okay. Maximus wasn’t sure where this was going, but there was an attraction between them. He felt it because his heartbeat was thumping at a rapid pace and he couldn’t take his eyes off her and vice versa. She was looking at him like she wanted to jump his bones. And if she did, Maximus wouldn’t mind at all.

“So, Tahlia, tell me your story.” He drank a bit more of his scotch and regarded her with interest.

“You mean you haven’t researched the interloper who just burst into your life?”

He stared at her long and hard until she looked downward. “No, I haven’t. I was hoping to do that personally.”

“All right,” she said. “What do you want to know?”

“Everything.”

“That’s very vague. Hmm...” She paused. “I guess I can tell you that I was raised by my mother, Sophia Armstrong. It’s always been Mama, Kaitlynn—that’s my baby sister—and me. My mother is an RN at UCLA Medical Center, and my sister is an accountant.”

“And your father? You didn’t mention him. Where’s he in the picture?”

“He was mugged and shot one night coming home from work. He—he didn’t survive his injuries.”

Maximus noted how formal she sounded about losing her father so young. It had to have been devastating for her. “How old were you?”

“Ten years old,” Tahlia said. “Kaitlynn was only six. She barely remembers him, but I do. He was such a good dad. He taught me how to ride a bike, he helped me with my homework. He tucked me into bed at night and read us stories...” Her voice trailed off, and he could see the toll talking about it was having on her. Her eyes had become misty and wet with tears.

Maximus reached across the table, placed his hand over hers and squeezed. She didn’t move away. Instead, she let him comfort her, and he used his other hand to wipe away an errant tear that slid down her cheek. When she looked up at him, so soft and tender, all Maximus wanted was to wrap her in his arms and kiss her until the hurt went way. Instead, he just slid closer and wrapped his arm around her, and they sat silently for several minutes.

“I’m sorry,” he finally said.

“No, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to get emotional. I just get choked up talking about my dad sometimes.” Tahlia sniffed.

Maximus turned to her, offering her his handkerchief. “Don’t be, you loved him. And it shows. I don’t think I’ve even cried over my father since his death.”

She glanced up at him through lashes damp with tears as she dabbed at her eyes with the hanky. “You haven’t?”

“We didn’t have the sort of relationship that you and your father did.” He finished off the rest of his scotch and placed the empty glass on the table.

“You didn’t?” She sounded incredulous as she moved out of his embrace to look inquiringly at him.

“That surprises you?”

“If I’m honest?” she asked. “It does. Arthur was always so caring toward me. And I suppose losing my dad so young that having Arthur in my life was a godsend. We had a special relationship that went beyond a love of art, but was genuine.”

“Then I envy you,” Maximus said. “Because my father was never affectionate with me. In fact, it was quite the opposite. Whenever I seemed to be around, he was cold, distant and indifferent. Which is why I’m still boggled over why he stayed with my mother. And the only thing I’ve come up with is money. He stayed with her for money and the power that came with it.

“No.” Tahlia shook her head. “That can’t be. I can’t reconcile that with the Arthur I knew.”

“Then you didn’t know him at all. He was a master of lies.”

“But he loved you. He loved both his sons.”

“He did?” Now it was Maximus’s turn to be in disbelief. He’d shared so much with a stranger, but yet he hadn’t been able to tell his own sons those words? It didn’t make any sense. He was understanding Arthur Knight less and less with each passing day.

* * *

At the stunned look on Maximus’s face, Tahlia knew she’d said the wrong thing. She’d thought her words would give him comfort, but they were having the opposite effect. “I’m so sorry, Maximus. I don’t know why Arthur wasn’t honest with both his sons about his true feelings. I only know he wanted to claim his other son. But he never revealed it was Lucius. Just that it was his wish that both of you would run the business together one day.”

Maximus snorted. “For an outsider, you sure do know a lot about my family. Or should I say my father? It appears as if maybe you did know him better than any of us.” He signaled the waiter over.

“I’ll have another scotch.” He turned to Tahlia. “What would you like?”

“Nothing for me.”

The waiter departed, leaving them alone again. Tahlia noticed Maximus was silent as he pondered her words. Arthur Knight was a mix of contradictions. He was outwardly cold to Maximus and his mother, Charlotte, passionate with Jocelyn Turner and a father figure to her. And now Maximus would never know the answer to the burning questions he must have.

“Max,” Tahlia began. “What can I do?”

He frowned. “I’m not sure you can do anything, Tahlia. You’re in the middle of this mess, and we’ll have to navigate our way through it.”

Tahlia didn’t like his answer, and she wished she’d never told him just how much Arthur had shared with her. She hadn’t meant to hurt Maximus, but it was clear she had. His father had been open with her and not him. That had to sting.

She tried to change the subject. “I never got to finish my story,” she said. “You asked me about myself.”

“Hmm... I did, didn’t I?” Maximus sipped his scotch. “Why don’t you tell me how you got involved with the gallery?”

His question brought a smile to Tahlia’s face. “Actually, I’m an artist.”

He peered at her with intensity. “You are? Then why are you working at the gallery and not exhibiting?”

Tahlia shrugged. “I wasn’t very successful at getting my own art displayed, so I thought what better way to stay in the field than to help other struggling artists?”

“And your own art? What became of it?”

“I still dabble.”

“Would you show me your work sometime?” he inquired.

A smile of enchantment crossed Tahlia’s lips at the request. “Yes, I would like that.”

“It’s a date,” Maximus said. His look was so galvanizing it sent a tremor through Tahlia, and her heart began hammering loudly in her ears. She wanted to respond and tell him she’d love to go out with him again, but a knot rose in her throat and all Tahlia could do was nod.

The waiter brought their entrées and they both dug into their French meals. The food was rich and decadent, but delicious. Tahlia had no qualms about finishing the meal, and Maximus commented on it.

“You enjoyed your meal?” He inclined his head to her empty plate.

She blushed. “I’d think that was obvious.” She wiped the corners of her mouth with a napkin.

“I love this place and come here often,” Maximus said. “It might be small and quaint, but I believe in quality over quantity, and the food is best—thus why I have a special table.”

“Thank you for the invite.”

“You’re welcome. Would you care for dessert? Coffee?”

She patted her stomach. “Oh, no, I couldn’t eat another thing.”

“All right, I’ll get the bill.” He motioned the waiter over.

Once the bill was settled, Maximus and Tahlia made their way back to the valet station. And once his Bugatti was procured, they were on their way back to the gallery, where Tahlia’s car was parked. Conversation continued until they arrived at the deserted parking lot. Maximus pulled up alongside her VW Bug. Next to his Bugatti, her car looked like a relic, but because she’d been a struggling artist, it was all she could afford at the time. Though now, she could afford much more. But Tahlia was determined not to be frivolous. Robert had offered to help her, and she suspected she’d need all the help she could get, starting with an accountant and a financial adviser.

“I enjoyed tonight,” Tahlia said, once Maximus had opened the passenger door and walked her to her car. She stood at the door ready to glide in, but something in the way he was looking at her held Tahlia back.

Was he going to kiss her?

If he were, she wouldn’t stop him. She’d welcome it after the wonderful night she’d spent in his company. Last year, when she’d seen him from across the room looking so deliciously handsome, she’d secretly wondered what it would be like to be with Maximus, but for now she’d settle for a kiss.

“So did I. And I’d like to see you again.” He leaned forward toward her, pressing Tahlia backward into the driver’s door. “Perhaps you can come to Knight Shipping? I could give you a tour of the facilities. You can see for yourself what you’ve inherited.”

“You’d do that?” Tahlia asked softly, looking at his sinful lips. She ached for them to brush hers.

“For you, yes.” His mouth was so very near hers.

“But not for Lucius?” she inquired. The ire on Maximus’s face at the mention of his older brother’s name had Tahlia immediately regretting her choice to bring him into the conversation.

Maximus straightened and took a step backward. “I extended the invitation to you, but I suppose I might as well get it over with, so fine, invite him. Have a good night, Tahlia.”

He turned on his heel to leave, which meant he wasn’t going to kiss her tonight. She’d put her foot in her mouth because of her do-gooder ways.

“I will,” Tahlia said to his retreating figure as she watched him get into his sports car and drive off. She clicked opened her car and slid in. Then she slammed her fists on the steering wheel. Why hadn’t she kept her mouth shut? Her hands flew up to her lips. If she had, she was certain Maximus would have kissed her, and now she wouldn’t know the feel of his mouth on hers. Would she ever?

* * *

As he drove away, Maximus realized he had Tahlia exactly where he wanted her. Or did he? Tonight hadn’t gone exactly as he anticipated it would. The impending deals that would lead to expansion and going public had been far from his mind. Instead, his purpose had been to find out more about Tahlia, and he had. She’d grown up fatherless, a struggling artist needing someone to look after her. There was a certain naïveté and innocence about her that intrigued Maximus and apparently his father, too.

Arthur Knight had been the father Tahlia no longer had, but then their relationship had changed and she’d become his confidante. He’d shared secrets with Tahlia about his wishes that he could never share with his own family until his death. But she didn’t appear to be using that knowledge with malice or avarice. Or at least none that Maximus could see. She also seemed steadfast in her intent to ensure that he and Lucius formed a brotherhood, as if that were possible.

It wasn’t.

Maximus may not fault Lucius for his existence, but he didn’t share. Knight Shipping was his and his alone because he’d earned it. Lucius and Tahlia stood in the way of that. Maximus had to neutralize Lucius’s power. The only way to do that was to get to Tahlia. And tonight he had.

She’d wanted him to kiss her as much as he’d wanted to. And he might have, if she’d had the good sense to leave Lucius out of the conversation. Instead, she would have to wait, wait until Maximus decided it was time. He didn’t relish seducing Tahlia and the potential of ruining the positive bubble she lived in, but there was no way around it.

He would have to be smart about it, though. Slowly court Tahlia until she didn’t notice that he had her under his thumb. But at the same time Maximus would have to keep his heart locked up tight because something told him if he wasn’t careful, he’d fall under Tahlia’s spell.