Page 15 of Fighting Mr. Knight

He steps forward until I’m in eyeline with his tattooed chest. I’m close enough to smell his man musk and he’s close enough to hear my ragged breathing.

As he reaches out to take the envelope, his slightly damp arm brushes against mine. My skin tingles. “Thanks for being my delivery girl.”

Oh, piss off, you panty-wetting cockney.

“I hear you’re helping Max on my new East London patch.” He makes it sound like a monopoly board square. Which London is for Jack. “I’m expecting great things since you and Max won the award for the Queen Mary Tower.”

I feel the flush in my cheeks deepen.

Technically, Bradshaw Brown won the award for the Tower design. I was just part of the team, so he’s being generous with his wording.

I didn’t expect Jack Knight to even know I was involved.

I smile wonkily. Is the man seriously expecting me to have a conversation with him while he stands like a loinclothed caveman?

“The whole team feels so honoured to get this opportunity to work for Lexington on such a ground-breaking project,” I gush. “We won’t let you down.” Maybe I’m laying it on too thick, considering the bitching over the deadlines.

His lips quirk. “I’ve no doubt you’ll live up to my expectations. Will you be alright working under Max on this project, given your history together?”

My eyes widen.Shit. Does he think I can’t handle it? I can’t get taken off this project.

“Yes, of course,” I say, taken aback. Why does he even care?

I raise my palms and they end up dangerously close to his chest. I can almost feel the heat from his body. “You don’t need to worry about the split impacting our work. Max and I keep thingsveryprofessional. We always have. The project will absolutelynotbe affected,” I say in a business-like tone.

I can’t decipher his expression as his dark eyes watch me. “You seemed pretty amicable on the lawn. So, your relationship is purely platonic now, huh?”

“Platonic . . .” My voice trails off. “Yeah, I guess you could call it that.” Whatever it is, I won’t get into labels with Jack. “He’s like a big brother now.”

That sounds weird.

“It’s been six months since your split.”

I’m not sure if it’s a statement or a question or where he’s going with this. I run a hand over the back of my neck, flustered.

“So, it’s definitely over between you and Max?”

I blink a few times.Do you lose your brain-to-mouth filter once you become a billionaire?What business is it of his?

I open my mouth and then close it.

“Sorry I asked,” he says with gravel in his voice. “It’s none of my business.” He snaps his gaze from me and turns his back, telling me I’m dismissed. “See you downstairs.”

Asshole.

I storm out, making a mental note to stay away from Jack Knight with his big dick and insensitive questions for the rest of the wedding.

6

Bonnie

I haven’t shared the strange encounter in Jack’s room because I’d rather not admit to myself I’m a weak, pathetic woman who falls to pieces at the sight of hot cock.

Besides, Kate has the subtlety of a rhinoceros, her sister Becky will skin me alive, and Nisha will demand granular details that I don’t trust myself to disclose without soaking my underwear.

Again.

“Can’t you put your foot on the gas,” Kate says with an edge to her voice that I never hear.

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