Page 115 of Fighting Mr. Knight

I can’t cope.

He leans over and lifts my scarf gently. Talk about suggestive. A wave of heat rises up from my neck and consumes my entire head, scalp included.

When he finds what he wants under it, his mouth widens into a satisfied grin. “Nice scarf. I’m looking for one for my sister.”

“Thank you.” I smile politely. “It’s from Zara.”

I spent about thirty minutes this morning debating whether I should wear his chain. Did he want me to wear it in public? Did henotwant me to wear it in public? Was I snubbing him if I didn’t?

Who the hell knows.

People would notice an expensive manly chain in place of my home-made jewelleryespeciallyone with a Knightcrest pendant.

In the end I wore it but covered it with a scarf like a shameful hickey.

“How’s your toilet?”

“Perfect,” I bristle. “Thanks for asking.”

He looks amused.

I narrow my eyes.

“I’ll take you for lunch, darlin’,” he says in my ear, leaning in closer. “Noon on the dot. If I can wait that long.”

What the hell is he playing at?

“Jack,” I say through a clenched smile, flinging daggers at him with my eyes. “Unless it’s a project meeting, that’s not advisable.”

He chuckles. “She’s mad at me again. She’s always mad.”

“Will you bloody behave?” I hiss in a lowered tone. “I don’t want anyone to know about last night. People have grown ten ears since you came to my desk.”

“I can’t help it if you drive me crazy,” he says in an equally lowered tone. Not low enough.

“You’re going to get me in trouble.”

His brows rise in amusement. “Last time I checked, I owned this place.”

“That’s not the point. No one can know.”

“I don’t care who knows, sweetheart. They’re going to find out soon enough.”

My nostrils flare. Of course,hedoesn’t care.

“I care,” I bite out, feeling my professional smile slip. “I care a lot.”

“Okay, okay.” His voice drops. “I’ll behave.”

“You better bloody behave,” I whisper-yell back at him.

“Everything okay?” Max interrupts as he comes to stand beside Jack. Max isn’t a small guy but looks puny compared to Jack.

Jack slaps him on the back with just a little more pressure than would be considered matey.

Max coughs slightly at the jostle.

“Everything’s perfect, Max. Exactly how it should be.”

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