Page 118 of Fighting Mr. Knight

“I don’t want the project team to know what happened between us.”

He considers it. “Would that be such a bad thing for you?”

“Yes!” I cry out. “The worst. I can’t have anyone at work knowing about this.”

His grin slides. “They knew about you and Max.”

“That was different. Max and I were established. I don’t know what this is.”

“I do.”

I blink. “What is it?”

“We’re together.” He says it simply, like it’s a done deal.

My jaw drops slightly. “You don’t do relationships.”

“Is that a question or a statement?”

“You haven’t had a girlfriend in years.”

He holds my gaze. “I don’t do things by half, so I didn’t do it at all.”

I eye him guardedly. Trusting another guy seems like an alien, impossible concept. Never mind trusting someone like Jack. Max has the temptation of what’s on offer in the office. Jack has the temptation of what’s on offer in the world. “Did you sleep with the girl who flirted with you in Maggie’s the other night?”

He shrugs. “I don’t know which one you’re talking about, but I didn’t sleep with anyone. I haven’t slept with anyone since you gave me a glimmer of hope at the wedding.”

Smooth.

“And now you’ve decided you want a girlfriend?” Just because he fancies a normal girlfriend today doesn’t mean he’ll feel the same tomorrow.

His brows shoot up. “I’m wounded. You make it sound like I’m picking random girlfriends off the street.”

I swallow thickly. “Whatareyou doing, Jack?”Besides giving me long-awaited Earth-shaking explosive orgasms.

He smiles. “Courting you. You think I would fix any old woman’s toilet?”

I can’t help but giggle.

“And claiming you,” he adds casually.

“Claimingme?”

He leans in to run his hand over my collarbone and winks. “Blokes won’t come near you with the Knight coat of arms around your neck.”

I try to look indignant. I’m not a piece of property but damn, that’s the sexiest thing anyone’s ever said to me.

Is Jack playing me or is this real?

“Jack, this isn’t a game. You can’t play with my feelings. Or my career! After Max…”

“I’m not Max,” he says firmly, his eyes holding mine. “And I’m not playing with your feelings. If anything, you hold all the cards, Bonnie.”

“Me?” I scoff. “You have women throwing themselves at you every minute of the day.”

“You think I don’t see guys eyeing you up? Having my girlfriend working amongst a load of construction guys.” His lips curl upward. “Especially in that hard hat you wear on site.”

“Girlfriend,” I repeat in a high voice. Can I do this?

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