Page 117 of Fighting Mr. Knight

“What are we playing at?” I groan.

She rolls her eyes. “You’re banging a billionaire hottie. I think you’re playing a better game than me. Speaking of which, I’m hoping that means you don’t care about what I’m about to tell you.” She pauses. “Max was at the work drinks with Olivia last night.”

I stiffen. “As a couple?”

“No, they kept their distance. Max was pretty coy about his romantic getaway to the place you were supposed to go on your honeymoon. Maybe because he knows it makes him look like a total ass.”

I sigh. “I don’t even want to think about that.”

“When are you going to confront him?”

I exhale heavily. “I’m not sure yet. He doesn’t know I know. It’s clear he has zero respect for me so if I confront him, he’ll either deny it or take me off the project or both. I need to think about my options before I do anything.”

“I agree. Play the long game. Revenge is a dish best served cold and all that. Although technically you already have revenge.”

I look at her, confused. “What do you mean?”

She smiles. “You’re fucking the love of Max’s life. Jack Knight.”

I can’t stop the grin spreading across my face.

***

An hour later I make my way down to the gym ready to tell Jack to rein in the Big Dick Energy at the office.

The boxing gym is empty but the sound of running water comes from the shower room.

Great, he’s in the damn shower.

“Jack,” I call out, making my way across the ring. “Are you decent?”

The water stops to a dribble then the door opens, letting out a gust of steam.

“For you, yes, very decent.”

Holy God, give me strength.

He’s naked.

He holds his arms up to rest on the top of the door frame, his wide bronzed tattooed torso dripping all over the floor.

When I say naked, I meancompletelynaked. In true caveman style, with zero shame. That damn thick, heavy cock is taunting me. It knows I’m about to melt into the puddle Jack’s making on the floor.

His lips curl into that infuriating grin. “Too distracting, darlin’?”

“I have some self-control you know, Jack,” I say haughtily, squeezing my thighs together. “I’m not going to fall at your feet every time you prance around naked. I’m here to tell you off.”

What I mean isplease send me daily dick pics. I’ll frame them on my wall.

“Prance?” Mirth dances in his eyes. “She’s angry again. Go ahead. Tell me off.”

It takes every ounce of willpower to keep my eyes trained on his. “You’re being too obvious, Jack. You’re pissing me right off.”

He licks his lips wolfishly. “You know, you’re cute when you’re angry. Your face scrunches up into an adorable scowl.”

“I mean it, Jack.” I give him my fiercest glare. “I’m serious.”

“Okay.” He leans in so his eyes are level with mine. “I’m listening.”

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