Chapter 13

“I need you to breathe in and relax,” Keith instructed, his gaze on the gloves he shoved onto his hands. Cassandra Wilson had spent four solid days in his mansion, and in those days, he had learned four things.

One, she was a loud-as-hell woman. She yelled when she was happy. She yelled when she was discontent. She yelled when she was unhappy or when she felt she was being neglected. She yelled to express herself or make her opinions, which were always so damn strong for his liking.

Basically, there wasn’t a thing in the world that she couldn’t yell about.

Hell, getting her to come back to the dark room had taken a lot of threats and cajoling. He had all thrown her out of the mansion when she finally agreed to undergo the tests.

Satisfied that his gloves were fitted perfectly, covering every inch of his skin, he turned to face her.

The second thing was that she was a very beautiful woman. His initial perception of her as a harridan was wrong. He had see