Page 79 of Fighting Mr. Knight

When I meet his gaze, his eyes flare.

“Some advice,” he starts in a hard tone. “When your largest client requests to meet you in person, you don’t call them ten minutes before and ask to do it remotely.”

I stiffen. He seems irrationally rattled. Two nights ago, I was wrapped around him on his motorcycle. I sense now’s not the time to apologise about my shitty attitude to Dad’s firing.

“I apologise. Would you like to see the presentation before ten? I’m not clear on what the agenda for this is.”

He’s about to answer when he stops short, nostrils flaring and jaw clenched.

Oh, fuck.

My breath stalls as his brown eyes burn holes through the silk to my breasts.

“Sean told me I was too hard on you in the last meeting. I’m making sure I have no reason to be this time.” The muscle in his jaw jumps as his gaze moves between my face and chest.

It doesn’t seem like the right time to point out that an entire team of ten is working on this, and two of us are presenting today. Does he assume I’m the only one capable of messing up?

“I understand,” I squeak. Ifeelhis gaze on me. My stupid nipples tingle, and to my horror, salute him.

So,this is how guys feel when they have unwanted semis.

“I shouldn’t have bothered since you can’t manage your time or priorities very well,” he sneers. “Late one, last night, was it?”

My eyes widen. What the hell is he talking about? “Jack, that’s not why I wanted to push this meeting. I had one drink last night and was in bed early.” Alone. Not that it’s any of his business.

His throat bobs. “Who’s the guy?”

“My date last night?” I ask, confused. “Somebody I won’t see again.”

We enter a heated stare-off as I try to make sense of the strange conversation.

Finally, he clears his throat. “My team will want to see exterior 3D visuals in detail. Do you have them?

I nod. “Yes. I’ve already gone over them with your team to get their approval before the meeting.”

“What about the Affordable Housing statement?” he shoots back.

“Absolutely,” I reply instantly. “The Environmental statement is also ready.”

There’s a tic in his jaw, and I wonder why the Environmental statement makes him angry. What the hell is wrong with him this morning?

“What are you doing, Bonnie?” he asks quietly.

My brow furrows. “With the Environmental statement? I can show it to you on my laptop if you would like?”

His strong jaw clenches harder. “Did you forget to put on all your clothes this morning?”

What?

He can’t say that. Even if Dad did nick a load of building supplies from him.

Screw you, Jack Knight.

“Excuse me,” I snap, incredulous. “I hardly think this is an appropriate question,Mr. Knight.”

“So, which is it?” He scowls. “Poor wardrobe planning after your date, or are you fucking with my head again?”

“Wha-at?” I stammer.

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