Page 80 of Fighting Mr. Knight

He can’t talk to me like that. If I were a man, we wouldn’t be having this conversation. “You have no right to comment on my dress code.”

His eyes darken. “I do have a right when you’re about to present to my construction leads, and all they’ll focus on is the outline of your nipples.”

“Your team shouldn’t be looking at my breasts,” I say haughtily, tilting my head up to maintain eye contact. “Willtheyall be wearing bras? This antiquated concept of gender should be banished from the workplace.” It’s worth a shot.

“How do you expect them to focus on anything else?” he snarls.

I pick my jaw up off the floor and answer coolly, “If they are that easily distracted, remind me never to enter one of your hotels for fear the thing will collapse.”

He stares at me for a long beat, then lets out a frustrated breath. “Don’t play me again, Bonnie. It’s not fair.”

“Again?” I blink rapidly. “When did I play you the first time?”

“The little act of seduction at the wedding to make your ex-fiancé jealous.”

Maybe I did say that.

“Meplayingyou?” My voice rises. “That’s a bit rich coming from you. I’m doing my damnedest here. You set a harsh deadline knowing we’ll jump up and down to meet it, yet still, I can’t do right by you. You think I’m trying toseduceyou?” I laugh bitterly. “Get real. You aren’t remotely interested in me, remember? I’m not your type. Why would I think that could possibly work?”

His eyes narrow. “What the hell are you on about? Not my type?”

“Iheardyou. I heard what you said the morning after the wedding.”

He’s clearly thinking hard. “What did I say?”

“I overheard you tell some guy you weren’t interested in me before you dished out my number.”

He stops short, staring at me as if I’ve lost my mind.Then his brows knit together. “You heard that.”

“Yes.”

“You heard me talking to Damon Manning.”

He looks at me as if I’ve revealed some big secret.“Do you know who he is? Do you know what he does for a living?”

I shake my head. Why do I care?

“He writes for tabloids. I would never tell Damon a shred of truth, anything remotely near the truth. I can’t stand the guy. I’m sorry you heard that. It was bullshit.”

I roll my eyes. “Sure.”

He takes a step towards me, closing the gap between us.“Do you really think you’re not my type?”

“Yes, considering you gave my number to a guy you can’t stand.”

His lips twitch. “Did he call?”

“He did,” I lie, annoyingly breathless as he looms over me. “But I turned him down.”

He smiles arrogantly. “I gave him a wrong number.”

I don’t even notice myself backing against the wall. He’s in my space caging me in with his arms.

“Must have got it elsewhere.” My voice catches in my throat as he traces his fingers along my jawline, sending goosebumps down my skin.

Fuck.

This is unexpected.

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