Page 43 of Fighting Mr. Knight

“And you’re still attracted to him?”

“I’m sexually attracted to him. Some inmates are attractive too, you know. They get really buff in prison. Doesn’t mean they’re good people.”

She nods. “I’d like to have sex with Darren, and he disgusts me. He’s a real hottie to look at, but it’s kind of unsexy when the guy is bad at his job.”

I get it. In my first year at Bradshaw, watching Max work was sexy. Max is a great architect. But she’s right, Darren is the laziest guy at Bradshaw Brown.

She smiles slyly. “But Jack, he seems pretty good at his job. He’s not doing too bad for himself, is he? Must be doing something right for seven billion pounds.”

“I suppose.” I sniff, not accepting her bait. “Right, let’s get the show on the road.”

“Bonnie, by the way . . .” She pauses. “I heard Becky talking about getting Jack’s number. So maybe you should forget it.”

That gets a snort. “Come on, Nisha, as if I thought anything would actually happen.”

She doesn’t look convinced.

So, I really am justthe other bridesmaid.

“He called me a Viking.”

“AViking?Like a big angry hairy ginger man?”

“Exactly.” I tut. “The guy’s a dick.”

She hums in agreement.

“When did, uh, Becky tell you she got his number?” I ask casually.

“When you left me at breakfast this morning. She told the funniest story. She said she met him wandering the hall at 3 a.m. She thought he was sleepwalking or drunk because he looked dazed. Then she noticed he had a raging hard-on the size of a tree.”

“What?” I turn my head to look at her. “They hooked up?”

“Apparently not. He said he was getting something to drink and went back to his room.”

“The guy was just walking the halls of the castle,hard? How messed up is that?” I slump in my seat, secretly relieved. “But he asked for her number?”

“She got his number this morning. Sorry, I didn’t ask for the details.”

Sounds like Jack is giving out numbers left, right and centre.

She studies me. “You know who Jack Knight is. And as much as I want you to get back in the dating game, it’s probably not the most strategic move, shitting on your own construction site.”

“Don’t be silly.” I scoff, starting up the engine. “I know the score. Now let’s get the hell out of here.”

Yes, I know who Jack Big Dick Knight is.

Men like him get pissed when their pawns don’t move around the board as they order. What they forget is that if a pawn moves fast enough, she becomes a queen.

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Jack

“Doesn’t this thing go any bloody faster?” I snap through the headset. My mate Tristan is flying Danny and I back to London in his helicopter from the wedding venue. Like children, we called dibs on the front seat and I won.

I’m too tired to enjoy the English countryside below us. I’ve had two hours sleep max, staring up at the ceiling all night imagining all the sordid acts I want to carry out on the angry Viking. Fantasising about every inch of her body. Thighs, wrists, neck, stomach, cheekbones, lips, eyes, even her damn ears when she blushes.

It took every ounce of willpower to close her door last night before she lost control.

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