Page 88 of Fighting Mr. Knight

“Yes,” I say, my gaze lingering on Bonnie. “Yes, we are definitely on track.”

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Jack

Everything about Maggie’s is intimate, sexy and as British as you can get, paying tribute to the 1950s when Nan was a wild child wreaking havoc in the East End.

City high rollers and parliamentarians rub shoulders with actors, athletes and models without the fear of being judged or papped.

Mona, our hostess, opens the red velvet curtains for me. Staff and club members greet me with smiles, waves and whatever else they can do to catch my attention.

In my twenties, the attention was priceless. I was a kid in a candy store. Blonde, redhead, brunette, shaved head. I was insatiable.

Now in my late thirties, it’s mildly exhausting.

The Lexington and Bradshaw team are in the area reserved at the back.

I scan the crowd for the reason I’m here. The reason that they are all here.

She stands out a million miles. Her cheeks are flushed again, likely from alcohol, as she talks animatedly to Nisha and Sean.

“Scotch, please, Mandy.” I smile at the bartender as I take a position beside the bar in view of Bonnie.

“Right away, Mr. Knight. It’s great to have you with us tonight.”

Our overpriced signature cocktails are designed with the perfect blend of alcohol and aphrodisiacs to keep the posh punters coming back to get their fix again and again.If they can afford the five grand annual membership fee, that is.

Apparently, the cocktails are to die for.

I wouldn’t know. I stick to my neat Scotch.

I thank Mandy and leave a generous tip.

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t Jack Knight,” a woman drawls beside me. I turn towards the blonde nearly as tall as me. Anna. Ada. Something like that. Sexy as fuck. Kind of reminds me of Cruella de Vil.

I said I would help her charity and ended up sleeping with her in the process. “It’s been too long,” she says, eyeing me with the confidence of a woman who has never been turned down. “You’re ignoring me.”

“Not intentionally.” I smile politely. It’s not a lie.

“Have a drink with me.”

I nod to the team in the corner. “Sorry, all work, no play tonight. My staff and suppliers are over there.”

She’s undeterred. Sexy Cruella de Vil comes right into my space. “Later. Just the two of us.”

I throw back my Scotch. “It’s not a good idea tonight.”

“Why the hell not?”

That’s a damn good question.

Anna or Ada’s knee not so subtly manages to make its way between my thighs.

Is there a smooth way of turning a woman down that you’ve already slept with?

I glance back at the animated blonde in the corner. Bonnie spears me with a fierce glare that either means she wants to strip me naked so she can fuck me until she passes out, or do aDexteron me, leaving me dead in a pool.

Hard one to read.

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