Page 35 of Fighting Mr. Knight

The bright Viking eyes widen in horror. “You saw me.”

I chuckle. “That’s how mirrors work, Bonnie.”

“But you acted like you didn’t see me.”

“Did I?”

She groans. “Oh, my God, I’m so embarrassed.”

“Don’t be. I’m happy to give you a repeat show any time.” I wink. I just can’t help myself. “Don’t worry, it’s not as intimidating as it looks.”

Her jaw drops. “Were you always this arrogant or was it the biography that did it?”

My lips twitch. “So, you’ve read it?”

“I don’t need to read it—your life is splashed over the tabloids.” She rolls her eyes. “For my clarification. . .you’re talking about an actualdate?”

I’ve never been cross-questioned this much when asking a woman out. “Yes, Bonnie. A date. Me and you.”

Excitement flashes across her face then it’s gone.

Someone clears their throat from behind me.

Bonnie jumps away from me as if I’m contagious.

I turn to see Damon, a guy that Sean and I went to school with, watching us in amusement. Michelle Allard, the face of my hotels, appears behind him.

She stops short when she sees Bonnie with me. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you, Jack.” Her eyes narrow. “What’s going on here?”

Damon smiles condescendingly. “I think that’s obvious.”

“Nothing,” I reply coldly. Damon Manning is the last person I need to know my business. “Bonnie and I were having a chat.”

“You’re needed inside,” Michelle says coolly. “I said I would find you.” She eyes Bonnie. “And now I have.”

I sigh and turn back to Bonnie, leaning in so only she can hear. “Dinner. This week. I’ll message you so you have my number.”

As I turn, I swear she curses at me under her breath, which only makes me chuckle.

It’s not often I have to play a game of cat and mouse but if Bonnie wants to play. . .

Game on.

10

Jack

In the darkness, I stare at the silhouette of the giant mounted moose head above the bed. Say what you want about my high-end hotel chain, but no one ever adds “nice moose head” in reviews. Sean’s mum railroaded them into getting married in the castle.

The goddamn grandfather clock in the hallway makes sure I know what time it is. The chime sequence sounds on the hour. There goes another hour of missed sleep: 3 a.m. Can Bonnie hear it? It’s right outside her room.

This castle is fucking noisy. Everything is moving and creaking.

I’ll never sleep. Not when my dick is painfully hard as I’m thinking of all the filthy things I’m going to do to Bonnie Casey when she finally stops resisting our insane chemistry.

A never-ending list.

It’s taken every ounce of willpower not to stride into her room, climb on top of her, and spend all night with my face buried between her legs.

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