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
