Page 57 of Fighting Mr. Knight

I nod, sighing. Everyone is already watching me after the showdown this morning, so I’m not helping myself.

I know what I need to do. Just say yes sir, no sir, three bags full sir, whatever the hell he wants.

Knight, King, Billy big bollocks, whatever he wants you to call him, do it with a big smile.

“How was the rest of the meeting?” I ask.

“Tense. No one dared to blink. I literally did not take my eyeballs off the man for a second.” She laughs quietly. “I don’t know how he didn’t balk from the attention.”

I roll my eyes. “He thrives on power. All eyes have to be on him.”

I get a flashback of how Jack looked at me when we were dancing, his brown eyes glazing with need. The possessiveness of his hands gripping my waist. How his hard body felt under my fingers.

I shake my head, shattering the image.

“Max is back.”

I follow Nisha’s line of sight to where Max is storming down the aisle with a grim look on his face.

Oh,fuck.

“Bonnie,” he says in a low voice as he leans over my desk. “I tried to talk to Jack, but he wasn’t having any of it. You’re walking a tightrope here. He’s got a short fuse and you’ve managed to get yourself in his bad boo—.”

“I know,” I cut in before Max can decide something that won’t be in my favour. I search his face. “It won’t happen again. It was a temporary moment of insanity. I’m never late, Max, you know that.”

He blows out a hard breath. “It wasn’t only about being late. He’s not happy with your overall attitude. If Jack requests it, you’re off the project, I’ll have no choice.”

My stomach drops. “Has he?”

He shakes his head. “Not yet. But I’ve had to inform the partners about the unfortunate incident. In case they heard it elsewhere.”

My eyes widen. He makes it sound like I rolled up a joint in the middle of the meeting and smoked it. All I did was arrive a few minutes late and avert my eyeballs at the wrong time.

Bradshaw will one hundred percent pull me from the project.

“Please, Max. What can I do to redeem this? You at least owe me that, considering you were the cause of theincident.”

He glares at me. “Leave your personal issues at the door when you enter this building.”

“I can’t leave you behind at the door, can I?” I let out an annoyed huff.

His eyes narrow. “I’m not making any promises, but I’ll do my best to keep you on this project.”

“Thank you.”

I watch him walk away. Why is it that my career is in the hands of two arrogant men? Four, counting Bradshaw and Brown.

“Bonnie, look who’s coming,” Nisha says through gritted teeth beside me. “Nine o’clock.”

I don’t need to look up to feel his presence. The vibe in the office shifts as if everyone has been given an adrenaline shot at the same time.

My gaze travels upwards to see Jack’s dominant frame stalk down the aisle.

He walks more like a fighter than a CEO with that shoulder swag. He radiates too much masculine energy for an office, especially in those blue jeans and white T-shirt, making him the least formally dressed person here.

A walk that saysget the fuck out of my way.

I swallow hard and bury the primal cavewoman instinct to jump up and bring the beast to his knees.

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