Suspicious Activities

by Tyler Anne Snell

  She’s always been the boss—now she’s the target

  As the newest member of Orion Security, Jackson Fields had a lot to prove. But he never expected his first assignment would force him to break every rule in the employee handbook. Nikki Waters has always put her clients’ protection first...until a nightmare from her past resurfaces. Now Jackson must protect his boss to keep her life’s work from crumbling. She’d headhunted Jackson for his raw talent, and is counting on his determination to make sure she lives another day. He has every intention of keeping her safe—especially when his protective detail turns from professional to personal in the blink of an eye

  She didn’t ask for or want protection from the new recruit.

  Heck, she didn’t want it from even the most seasoned of agents. If the head of Orion couldn’t even protect herself... Her anger quickly turned to embarrassment. She’d frozen when she should have fought. If Jackson hadn’t shown up... Then all Nikki could feel was gratitude and admiration for the man standing in a puddle of spilled red wine.

  And then Nikki felt anger again.

  “I’m going to call the cops and then we’re going to talk about what the word privacy means,” she said. If Jackson felt underappreciated or shortchanged, he didn’t show it. Instead, he nodded, as if resigned to her future wrath.

  Nikki turned and finally left the bathroom.

  They both pretended not to hear how much her voice broke as she spoke. Or the way her legs still shook as she walked away.

  SUSPICIOUS

  ACTIVITIES

  Tyler Anne Snell

  Tyler Anne Snell genuinely loves all genres of the written word. However, she’s realized that she loves books filled with sexual tension and mysteries a little more than the rest. Her stories have a good dose of both. Tyler lives in Florida with her same-named husband and their mini “lions.” When she isn’t reading or writing, she’s playing video games and working on her blog, Almost There. To follow her shenanigans, visit tylerannesnell.com.

  Books by Tyler Anne Snell

  Harlequin Intrigue

  Orion Security

  Private Bodyguard

  Full Force Fatherhood

  Be on the Lookout: Bodyguard

  Suspicious Activities

  Manhunt

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  CAST OF CHARACTERS

  Nikki Waters—Constantly trying to make up for a tragic mistake years ago, this founder and owner of the Orion Security Group works hard, and often, to ensure anyone who comes asking for safety receives it. But when the tables are turned and she finds herself in need of a bodyguard, can the boss overcome her need to be in complete control? Can she learn to trust the sexy-as-hell man trying to protect her?

  Jackson Fields—Trying to forget a past that still haunts him, this newly recruited bodyguard is treating his job as a second chance at life. A task that becomes much harder when his first client ends up being his boss and their attraction is anything but professional. Can he avoid blurring the lines that separate boss and employee? And will his experience and skill be enough to keep a madman from getting his way?

  Andrew Miller—Nikki’s old boss is in town and ready to get revenge, but how far is he willing to go?

  Jonathan Carmichael—One of Nikki’s best Orion employees, this trainer sees a potential in Jackson that most people overlook.

  Mark and Kelli Tranton—Close friends of Nikki, these Orion employees never shy away from letting their boss know they’re worried about her.

  Oliver Quinn—Along with Jonathan and Mark, this former bodyguard won’t stop until he knows the threat against Nikki, and Orion, is put to rest. Even if it means revisiting their shared past.

  Calvin Cooper—Longtime friend of Nikki, this Dallas detective is on the case when someone is obviously prepared to do her great harm.

  This book is for everyone who has encouraged my dream of writing! From Allison, Denise and Jill to every single one of my readers, thank you! You’ll never know how much your support means to me!

  Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Epilogue

  Excerpt from Laying Down The Law by Delores Fossen

  Chapter One

  “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

  Nikki Waters turned away from the image on her computer screen and shook her head at the man standing across from her.

  “When you said this one was a little rough around the edges, I thought you were warning me about—I don’t know—about his lack of tact or maybe his hair was a little too shaggy.” She motioned to the screen. “Not a rap sheet that was so long I had to scroll to read it all.”

  The man in the doorway chuckled. He shrugged. “Does it help that his hair is a little too shaggy?”

  Jonathan Carmichael was trying to be cute, trying to be funny, but Nikki didn’t have time for his playful mood. Not tonight.

  Tonight she, for once, had plans.

  “A few drunken fights when he was young and stupid,” he said. “Nothing to write home to Mom about.”

  Nikki felt a headache brewing just behind her eyes. She loved her job and loved the tall, dark-haired man in front of her like a brother, but the stress of her plans combined with the man Jonathan was trying to sell her on was starting to create a monster headache.

  “I trust you—you know that—but I run a security agency here,” she tried. “Our clients come to us for help, for protection, and hope—expect—that we do our due diligence with our agents. From what I can tell about this man based on your write-up, he is hotheaded, impulsive and, if I had to guess, your classic lone wolf. In other words, a questionable fit for Orion Security Group.”

  Nikki laced her fingers together over the top of the desk. As she spoke, she felt the change in her demeanor from Nikki the friend to Nikki the boss. Jonathan, along with a handful of other Orion employees who doubled as her closest friends, often joked about that change. When Nikki was firm, it was hard to shake her resolve.

  “Listen, you know how important this place is to me,” Jonathan said, sobering. “I wouldn’t personally be vouching for someone I didn’t think would benefit Orion and its clients. He has a past, yeah, but you read what happened to him. What happened when he was young.” He paused so she had time to recall what he was talking about.

  The stall wasn’t needed. As soon as she’d read the small yet monumental line about his past, she’d known she wouldn’t forget it. Probably couldn’t if she’d tried. Nikki looked back at the man on the screen.

  Jonathan must have taken that as a sign to drive his point home. “He’s rough around the edges, but after what he’s been through, after all the excuses he could use—what happened
, how people have most likely treated him up until this point—he didn’t once make any excuse or try to sell me a sob story.”

  Jonathan gave her a small smile. “You asked me to vet potential recruits and I vetted the hell out of him. He’s a man with drive, focus and raw talent. He can deal out a punch and he can take one, too. I’m not saying we throw him into fieldwork next week, but with time and training I think he could be one of the best.”

  Nikki was surprised at that opinion. When she’d started Orion five years ago, Jonathan and his team of Oliver Quinn and Mark Tranton were her first bodyguards as well as first-anything employees. Even though Orion had expanded in the years that followed, hiring more agents and staff, Jonathan and his team were still the best. So, for the most quiet of the three to be standing in front of her now, vouching for a man who was potentially better... Well, that made her pause. She looked at the once-bodyguard, now full-time trainer in front of her. Jonathan was tall, lean and undoubtedly in shape. His hair was dark and short and his face was open and calm. Of the original three, he was the most responsible. Not to mention he was also fiercely loyal to Orion. Maybe, at times, even more so than Nikki.

  Orion was his family. One they had all created when they needed one most.

  He’d never jeopardize that.

  Nikki let out a long, pointed breath. “When did he say he could start?”

  Jonathan cracked a smile.

  “Today,” he said. “In fact, he’s still in the training room.”

  Nikki felt Boss Nikki switch gears to Friend Nikki. She laughed.

  “And if I’d said no?” she asked.

  “Then this would have been really awkward.”

  “Well, I’m glad we can avoid that, then. Now go forth and impart to him all of your unending wisdom and experience,” Nikki said with a flourish. “And I’ll be in there with a contract after I’m done getting ready.”

  Jonathan nodded and started to leave.

  “But, Mr. Carmichael? If he makes one wrong move, I will exercise my right to terminate him.”

  Jonathan didn’t break his stride. “I wouldn’t have expected anything less.”

  She watched the trainer walk out of her office and into the heart of Orion. While they’d had continuing success in the last few years, Nikki had decided to keep the main office in Dallas, Texas, the only office. It was important to her to have one fixed place to come back home to. Not just for her, but for all the agents.

  There was only one exception, and that was the freelance division, headed by Oliver Quinn out of his and his wife’s home in Maine, but they operated through conference calls and video chats almost daily. Everything else that made up Orion—and Nikki’s life—was within the brick walls of the one-story building. It was within that building, within her office, that she now stared at a bag in the corner. Thoughts of the new recruit, his questionable past and how handsome his picture had been, fizzled out. Instead they were replaced by a nervousness she didn’t often feel.

  I hope I don’t blow it tonight.

  * * *

  JACKSON FIELDS WAS DRENCHED. From head to toe, his clothes were soaked in sweat. They were cold against skin that burned from exertion. His muscles vibrated still, even after they’d taken a break. What had gone from a job offer to talking about the basics had turned into a sparring match with a man surprisingly well experienced.

  “You’re fast,” Jonathan said, refilling his cup at the water fountain just outside the training room. “Not as fast as me, but that’ll take some time.”

  The man smirked as he said it, cueing Jackson in not to take offense. He was joking with him, something he wasn’t used to from relative strangers.

  “You’re not so bad yourself,” Jackson admitted. “Definitely have some potential.”

  Jonathan laughed. “I’m glad you think so.” They both finished their water and refilled. Jackson hadn’t worked that hard in a while. Not with a partner at least. It was a welcome feeling.

  “So, what happens now?” he asked, wiping the sweat off his brow. “Another round?”

  Jonathan looked at the watch on his wrist. “As much as I like your enthusiasm not only to stay late on a Friday night but to keep working, I’m going to have to pass. I promised the lady a home-cooked meal and a night of binge-watching The Blacklist.” His eyes narrowed. “And believe me, you don’t want to anger Kate. She’s got resources.”

  There was no ring on his finger, but Jackson didn’t miss the obvious affection in Jonathan’s words.

  “Let me go give her a call and then we can hand that contract over to the boss and head out.”

  Jackson nodded and drained the rest of his cup. He eyed the bench next to the gym’s door. On it were papers that he hadn’t expected to receive. Within their legal jargon was a job offer he hadn’t thought would come.

  With a past like his, he didn’t often catch a break. At least not once his name was heard and the recognition that normally always followed connected. While he was more than willing to show he could work hard by staying even later, he also was anxious to meet the head honcho. Since Jonathan had met Jackson at a bar less than a week earlier and the two had gotten to talking, landing Jackson an informal interview in the process, he hadn’t had the chance to meet the boss. He actually hadn’t even looked him up. Not when a big part of him had thought landing a job with a company in security would never pan out. He’d had too many opportunities go south when they did background checks.

  Now that he’d been given an opportunity, he didn’t want to mess anything up.

  Jackson looked around the “grazing area” as Jonathan called it, taking in the large common room most agents lounged in from time to time. It was after six on a Friday, so as far as he knew not many people were still inside. An agent named Thomas was locked in his office, poring over papers, and a woman named Jillian had said hello before retreating into her office to do some “security reinforcement,” but beyond that the place was mostly empty. Jackson couldn’t deny he preferred it that way. While he liked Jonathan for his vote of confidence, he wasn’t about to ask the guy to pal around.

  He threw away his paper cup and went over to his exercise bag, already picturing the black shirt he was about to change into. Jonathan had suggested he bring a change of clothes if they ended up doing some training. At the time Jackson had thought that was a bit presumptuous, but now he was grateful for the optimistic move. His gray shirt wasn’t hiding any of his perspiration. If he was about to meet the main boss, then he’d at least try to keep his top half somewhat presentable. He stripped off his shirt and grabbed the clean one from his bag. He was holding it in hand when the sound of clicking echoed behind him. He turned, confused.

  And then promptly stared.

  The clicking was caused by a pair of high heels moving across the hardwood through the grazing area and straight toward him. In those high heels were long legs wrapped in black that attached to a woman not at all looking like she should have been standing in a bodyguard agency. Along with her heels and leather pants, she wore a white blouse that jutted down in a V, partially showing off a chest that wasn’t large but was still generous. She wore a dark red blazer that had no doubt been intended to play off her dark red hair, which fell in large, loose waves and looked absolutely soft to the touch. He didn’t wonder if her hair was natural or not. Her skin was on the pale side and, even though she wore full makeup, he could see a few freckles splashed atop her cheeks. These small details coupled with her high cheekbones, sharp jaw and thin—yet not in a bad way—lips created the image of a confident, beautiful woman. Jackson knew he took in all the details quickly, but as he looked into the green-eyed, unending stare of the absolutely attractive woman in front of him, he wondered if he really had been staring for too long.

  The woman cleared her throat, and her eyes flicked downward quickly before coming back up. Her cheeks,
rosy already, seemed to take on another shade of blush. Jackson realized he was still standing without his shirt.

  “Sorry,” he said, hurriedly throwing on his spare. The woman smiled and waved her hand, dismissive.

  “You’d be surprised how many shirtless men I run into while in here,” she said. “I suppose it’s an occupational hazard, especially since we had the gym put in.”

  Jackson’s brow rose as he lowered his shirt.

  “You work here?” he asked, confused. Dressed as she was, he’d assumed maybe she had come in as one of Jillian’s friends or maybe even Thomas’s girlfriend. Certainly not an employee.

  The woman smirked. “You could say that.”

  She stuck out her hand. He noted a silver band on her thumb and pristine fingernails and polish. Whoever she was, he’d bet her attention to detail always erred on the side of meticulous. Jackson shook and was surprised at how firm her grip was.

  “You’re Jackson Fields, right?”

  Jackson nodded.

  “Jonathan speaks highly of you. I see you’ve probably been sparring.”

  “Yeah, it’s been a while since I had a good match,” he admitted. “He’s good.”

  The woman nodded.

  “He’s smart, too,” she added. “He knows how to handle difficult situations with objective thinking and rarely acts impulsively. He’s a smart kind of brawn and one of the best examples of knowing how to fight smart versus flying off the hinges.”

  Jackson tilted his head slightly. The woman’s tone had shifted into that of a parent talking about someone else when really she was trying to teach her kid the lesson. A passively pointed conversation. One directed at him. He crossed his arms over his chest and gave the woman a long look. He didn’t care how attractive she was; he didn’t like being lectured.

  “Some would argue that thinking too much can sometimes complicate a situation more than acting impulsively,” he shot back, tone matching.