The Billionaire's Secret Kink Box Set: Knox: Secret Alpha Billionaire Romance Bundle (Rosesson Brothers Book 1) (8 page)

A small, wooden box, like a cigar box, sat on her welcome mat. Mica stared at it for a long time.

After at least ten minutes had passed, Mica let go of the gun with one hand, her eye still pressed to the peephole. She pulled her phone out of her bra.

She needed help.

Knox

Knox only had time to type one search term into his computer before the phone in the outer office rang. He should have ignored it. He had an answering service on the weekends who would route any current clients to the proper investigator. The answering service would turn away anyone who wasn't a current client.

He didn't have the staff for new clients right now. His company had recently taken on two of the largest security details they'd ever managed, protecting a wealthy CEO of a prominent tech company, and protecting an oil baron from the Middle East who was vacationing with his children in California for a month. The two details had done a lot for the company's bottom line, but had put him in a hiring crunch, especially since he never hired anyone off the street or from a resume. He only hired from personal referrals. His only exceptions were former secret service agents or former high-ranking military. He had put out the word weeks ago that he was looking for new guards and investigators, but so far, he'd had very little response. He needed to get more aggressive.

Without thinking, Knox's hand reached out and picked up his phone, then pressed the button that would allow him to answer the incoming call.

"Rosesson," he growled, his mind far away.

No one said anything for a moment and Knox almost hung up, thinking the line was empty. As the phone left his ear, a shaky female voice spoke.

"Ah, Mr. Rosesson, I didn't ... I don't...What I mean is ... Do you... Can you..."

Knox sat up straight in his chair, something making him listen harder. This woman was obviously scared out of her mind, although that wasn't what was pulling at him. "Hey now, calm down. Take a deep breath. Start with your name."

He heard her take the breath he had advised and then let it out slowly.

"Mica Nichols."

Knox typed it into his search bar as he spoke. "Hello Mrs. Nichols, can I help you with something?"

Google returned results immediately. Most of them were for a famous but camera-shy fashion designer from Seattle. Probably not who he was talking to. He clicked on the first result anyway. There was one picture on the page but it was small and grainy. He couldn't tell anything about the woman from it. His eyes scanned the text as he waited for her to answer.

"Miss. It's Miss, not Mrs., and yes, I need...a bodyguard or something."

She sounded more in control of herself already. Knox liked that. She'd had a scare, but she was processing as best she could.

"Has someone threatened you?"

"Yes. Someone has threatened me," she said, but he could tell by the note in her voice that something about what she said wasn't true.

"What were you threatened with, Miss Nichols?"

She was silent for a moment. "Well, I wasn't actually threatened with anything, but I know there is a threat there. An implied threat. And he seems to be stalking me. He broke into my garage, and I think he has a key to my house."

"Ex-boyfriend?"

"Oh God no!" she exclaimed. "Look, it's a long story, can you send someone over to my house and I will explain it all to him? I'm willing to hire someone to be here twenty-four hours a day."

Knox chewed on his bottom lip. He didn't have the staff to help this woman right now, but he couldn't turn her away either. He had two choices. He could pull Rock off of the Rachel case and send him over there, or he could refer her to one of his competitors. None of them were as good as his company, but they were good enough to handle a simple bodyguard case.

Or.
Knox thought furiously. It had been years since he'd been in the field. Most of his work was conducted from behind this desk these days. Last week, when he'd helped out Hawk and Craig, had really made him realize how much he missed the hands-on part of the work. Maybe that was the source of the restlessness he'd been feeling lately.

Before he realized he had made his decision he heard himself speaking.

"Give me your address."

Mica

Mica watched out her window, her body fairly calm and relaxed, now that she had someone coming over to help her. She wondered who it would be. She'd been surprised and almost panicked when Knox Rosesson himself had answered the phone on a Saturday morning.
Maybe it was one of his brothers
, an unruly voice in her mind whispered. Mica slanted her lips in a frown. She didn't think so. There was no mistaking that low, growly voice, even though she hadn't heard it for years. She hoped that Mr. Rosesson sent just a normal guard and not one of his brothers. She knew two of them worked for him but she didn't want to deal with either of them.

A large, black, double-cab pickup truck pulled up in front of her townhome and stopped. Mica watched it curiously. A truck like that would be murder to park in San Francisco. She watched it sit there, imagining the driver looking up and down the road for a parking spot. She couldn't see any from her vantage point. She wondered if this was her bodyguard.

The truck pulled forward and disappeared from her sight. Mica sighed and continued her watch. She didn't expect someone for at least another ten minutes, but if traffic was light and he was quick, he could be there soon. She would feel better when someone was on her case. Someone big and mean-looking, with a gun. Maybe two guns. She hoped Bailey would see she wasn't just going to let him terrorize her and then maybe he would go away.

What if he does go away? What if you hire a bodyguard for a month and you don't hear a peep from him? Then what? Do you think he's just going to give up?

Anxiety welled up inside Mica at the thought. She pushed it away. She would deal with that when she came to it. Right now she just didn't want to feel scared out of her mind anymore.

A buzz in Mica's kitchen sounded. Her muffin. She'd popped a frozen muffin into the oven, hoping to entice herself to eat something. She ran in and pulled it out, placing it on the counter to cool for a moment. Mica eyed the gun safe next to her coffee pot. She had moved it out to the kitchen and put the gun back in it. She couldn't stand the thought of having the gun just laying out on the counter or on a table. It wasn't right.

The door buzzer sounded, startling Mica out of her thoughts. She jumped slightly and felt her heart pick up speed. This had to be her bodyguard.

Mica walked swiftly to her door to press the button that would allow her to speak to whoever it was. Her finger hovered an inch above it. She didn't want to go by someone's voice. She wanted to see him. Maybe ask him to hold up his identification before she let him into her building. Mica knew paranoia was getting the better of her but she didn't care. Just like everything else, she'd deal with it later.

Mica pressed her eye to her peephole and looked out. The hallway stood seemingly empty. The buzzer sounded again. Slowly, she moved the chair from in front of the door and stretched her hand out to turn the knob. She would go downstairs where she could see whoever was at the door.

Mica grabbed her keys from next to the door, suddenly sick to her stomach at the thought of leaving her apartment. There was nowhere for Bailey to hide in the hallway, but what if he were on the third floor? He could sneak down while Mica was on the first floor, then hide himself in her apartment somewhere. He obviously had some sort of a key to her door, and maybe one to the deadbolt too.

Mica stood where she was, caught in indecision. Her buzzer sounded again, for longer this time. Mica stared at it.

What if she walked to the head of the stairs, made sure it wasn't Bailey at the door, then ran back to her apartment and pressed the button to let the bodyguard in? She knew it was stupid, but she didn't know what else to do. She pulled the door open quickly and took a step into the hall, all of her senses on high alert. She avoided stepping on the wooden box that still sat on her welcome mat. She wouldn't touch it till the bodyguard was there.

The noise of a door opening sounded on the first floor and she froze.
It was Bailey! He'd been messing with her!

The sound of another door opening reached her ears, then a voice she recognized as Darryl, from downstairs. "Who are you?"

A different man's voice, some of the words muffled. ".... Rosesson with ... ... Security."

Caught, Mica did the only thing she could think of. She fled back into her apartment and slammed the door shut, engaging all the locks. She pressed her eye to the peephole and waited.

Dimly, she could hear heavy tread on the floor outside. She took several deep breaths, trying to quiet her racing heart. A tall man entered her view and Mica felt denial spurt through her brain.

Knox Rosesson stood in front of her door, his hand raised to knock. His eyes seemed to look right in the peephole, right through it to where she stood on the other side, heart racing, palms suddenly moist with sweat.

He'd come himself! The president and CEO of Alpha Private Security had come to her house himself to take her case. How could that be? He was a billionaire. A busy man. He didn't take cases himself anymore, just ran the company. Everything she'd ever read said so.

Her eyes devoured him even as her mind screamed he couldn't possibly be standing in front of her. He stood tall, six foot two, wearing jeans and an open sport jacket over a t-shirt. His rugged, handsome face was set in a polite, expectant expression as he knocked on the door.

Mica's hand trembled as she reached for the doorknob. She never imagined she would see Knox Rosesson again, and certainly not like this. Her fear of Dick Bailey was pushed momentarily to the back of her mind, where fear of Knox Rosesson's reaction to her replaced it.

The unruly voice in her mind spoke up again.

Relax. Play it cool. He won't recognize you with all of the changes you've made. Just open the door, tell him it was a mistake, and send him away. You can call another company to protect you.

Mica thought that voice was probably right. He wouldn't recognize her at first glance.

But she didn't know if she could do it. She didn't know if she could send him away, run from him a second time in her life. There'd been something between them once, something fleeting and fragile, but she had never forgotten it. Never forgotten him. What if he hadn't either? She'd fantasized about this moment dozens of times over the years, the moment when she'd see him face to face again, have a chance to explain her side of things, maybe see if the instant attraction and fiery passion they'd once shared still existed.

Mica tried to make her decision, knowing no matter what she did, her life was about to change forever. She would open the door, and the words she would say would either shut the lid on this part of her past for good, or blow the lid off completely.

Either way, she wasn't ready.

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By Lisa Ladew

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Knox

Knox stood at the door, waiting for it to open, for noises to come from inside, for something to happen. He'd knocked once and waited several moments, but no one had opened it, and he heard no noise from inside indicating someone was on their way. Knox glanced down at the welcome mat he was standing on at the box sitting there. Mica hadn't mentioned it. Did she even know it was there? Or was it from the guy who had threatened her? A flash of concern burst like a sun flare across his brain. What if he'd gotten to her in the twenty minutes it had taken Knox to drive over?

Knox lifted his hand to knock again but the door opened so quickly it almost startled him. Either she was whisper-quiet, or she'd been standing on the other side of the door.

Knox felt as if he'd been punched in the gut. She was beautiful. Blonde hair, creamy skin, curves for miles, and a pair of pouty lips to make him weak in the knees. He loved that look. He definitely still had Rachel on the brain though, because Mica Nichols reminded him of Rachel even more strongly than Darby from last night had. Knox's eyes traveled over her face, trying to find the resemblance. Her hair was the wrong color, both eyes were blue, and she was much curvier than Rachel had been, but her height of about five foot six was the same, and those pouty lips...they were the kicker.

Knox resisted the urge to sweep his gaze up and down her body. She was a client, and he was a professional.
Act like it
, he growled mentally and held up his identification. "Miss Nichols, I'm Knox Rosesson. May I come in?"