Page 94 of Fighting Mr. Knight

When I open the door their eyes widen in surprise, but they continue snapping. I thought the duck-face selfie was dead.

“Excuse me,” I mumble as I sidestep them to get to the sinks. Can’t a woman use the bathroom in peace without people taking photos?

They ignore me. “Move more this way, there’s better lighting.”

It’s the girl that was draped over him earlier, with a body to kill for.

She’snot wearing a bra.

Maybe that’s all it takes to get him interested. For a while.

Nisha looks to be in an intimate conversation with her arch nemesis Darren when I reappear from the toilets.

“Hey, Nisha?” I interrupt them.

She drags her eyes away from Darren.

“I’m going to head off. Do you want to come?”

Darren cocks a brow suggestively at her. “One more for the road?”

She shrugs, feigning indifference. “I’ll stay for one more,” she says, not looking at me.

For a fleeting second, I’m amused.

“Are you getting the tube home?” she asks.

“Yeah.”

“Text me the minute you arrive home.”

I lean in for a hug. “See you tomorrow.”

I turn to leave and meet the intense stare of Jack blazing across the room. His glass pauses mid-air as he motions me over.

He’s not alone. He never is. Redhead toilet selfie queen and her perky braless nipples look ready to eat him alive. She’s quick.

I’ll be damned if I’m going to get a lift from one of his drivers, like an annoying inconvenience he has to get rid of.

Averting my gaze, I stride towards the door with the pace of a professional race walker.

“Bonnie,” a deep voice says behind me as that familiar masculine scent wafts up my nose.

Keep walking. Keep walking.

“Wait,” he growls louder.

His hand slides around my wrist, stopping me in my tracks.

I turn and pin him with my fiercest glare.

“I told you I had a car waiting for you.” Irritation laces his voice as he glares right back.

“And I told you I’m taking the tube,” I snap, my heart pounding. “I don’t need to do as I’m told. I’m not a child.”

“You do need to do as you’re told when I want you to be safe.” He glowers at me. “You’ve had too much to drink to walk home from the tube on your own. I’d take you home myself, but I need to go back to the office.”

Cursing under his breath, he takes my wrist and starts walking, leaving me with no choice but to trail after him unless I want to lose an arm.

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