The Billionaire's Secret Kink Box Set: Knox: Secret Alpha Billionaire Romance Bundle (Rosesson Brothers Book 1) Read Online Free Page A
Author: Lisa Ladew
Tags: General Fiction
ache speared his chest. Sympathy for his brother? He ordered it aside and focused on the task at hand.
"Miss, what is your name?" he asked.
"Darby Jackson," she said.
Daxton jumped slightly, his blood pounding in his ears at the woman's name. So close to Darcy. So close to the name of the only woman he had ever loved. Daxton pressed his lips together and pushed the thought away. He was over Darcy. Had to be. He didn't want to be affected like this anymore. He didn't want his heart to leap into his throat and strangle him every time something reminded him of her.
Daxton pulled a small tray over to Darby and sat on the bench next to her. He wrote out her name on the top of the sheet, then turned to her.
"Miss Jackson, this is, ah, a little awkward, but I'm just going to get it all out there in the open and then you can make your decisions about what you want to do. Has Knox explained anything to you?"
She shook her head no, and her hair bounced around her face, her wide eyes, making her look incredibly gorgeous. Daxton sighed. He wished Knox would at least tell them something, but no, he left all of that awkwardness to Daxton. Daxton knew Knox was probably up in his office right now, sipping a drink, looking over contracts, waiting to see if the lady would stay or go. Knox had very little room in his life for small talk, or casual encounters. When he was interested in someone, he didn't beat around the bush, or pretend any sort of an ongoing relationship was going to evolve from it. He brought her home, called Daxton on the way, and Daxton showed up to do all the dirty work. Bronx had done it for Knox a few times too, when Daxton wasn't available, but Daxton knew Knox preferred him. Bronx gave him shit about it, Daxton didn't. Daxton knew Knox would never hire someone who wasn't part of the family to do this ... screening for him. Knox didn't trust people for shit. Just his brothers.
"Knox has a few, uh, requirements if you want to be, ah, intimate with him."
Miss Jackson's eyes widened even more (Daxton couldn't bring himself to think of her as Darby) and Daxton bit back a smirk. She liked to play the innocent one, but something in her manner told him she knew exactly what she was there for.
"Have you heard any, ah, let's say rumors, about Knox and what he does in this room?" he asked suddenly.
Her eyes narrowed for just a moment, and then the wide-eyed look was back, the rabbit caught in the snare, deer caught in the headlights look that said she was completely innocent. Just a fair maiden tricked into doing something she wasn't sure she would enjoy. Daxton saw differently though. He saw calculation behind those eyes. Calculation and racing thoughts.
Finally she shook her head no again. Daxton figured she was lying, but he didn't blame her for it. He certainly wasn't going to sugar-coat anything for her anymore, though. She knew exactly what she was doing there. She might have even planned it, intentionally putting herself in Knox's path and hoping he chose her.
He stood and motioned towards the bed, putting emphasis on his words. "That's where he's going to tie you up and fuck you. You will wear a blindfold the entire time. He will stop if you say the word stop or no or don't, so don't say them even in jest or because you weren't paying attention, unless you really want it to be over."
Daxton watched her for a reaction and felt oddly satisfied when hot blood flooded her cheeks. She hadn't expected him to be so blunt. He'd long ago lost his own embarrassment at the role he was playing for his brother. Not pimp or hustler, but more like ... butler. Get everything ready and then get out of there.
He motioned to the piece of paper on the tray next to her. "That is a non-disclosure agreement. If you agree to stay here, you will have to sign it. It basically says you can't tell anyone about what you and Knox do in this room together. Not your mother, not your best friend. If you do, Knox has a legal basis to sue you
"Miss, what is your name?" he asked.
"Darby Jackson," she said.
Daxton jumped slightly, his blood pounding in his ears at the woman's name. So close to Darcy. So close to the name of the only woman he had ever loved. Daxton pressed his lips together and pushed the thought away. He was over Darcy. Had to be. He didn't want to be affected like this anymore. He didn't want his heart to leap into his throat and strangle him every time something reminded him of her.
Daxton pulled a small tray over to Darby and sat on the bench next to her. He wrote out her name on the top of the sheet, then turned to her.
"Miss Jackson, this is, ah, a little awkward, but I'm just going to get it all out there in the open and then you can make your decisions about what you want to do. Has Knox explained anything to you?"
She shook her head no, and her hair bounced around her face, her wide eyes, making her look incredibly gorgeous. Daxton sighed. He wished Knox would at least tell them something, but no, he left all of that awkwardness to Daxton. Daxton knew Knox was probably up in his office right now, sipping a drink, looking over contracts, waiting to see if the lady would stay or go. Knox had very little room in his life for small talk, or casual encounters. When he was interested in someone, he didn't beat around the bush, or pretend any sort of an ongoing relationship was going to evolve from it. He brought her home, called Daxton on the way, and Daxton showed up to do all the dirty work. Bronx had done it for Knox a few times too, when Daxton wasn't available, but Daxton knew Knox preferred him. Bronx gave him shit about it, Daxton didn't. Daxton knew Knox would never hire someone who wasn't part of the family to do this ... screening for him. Knox didn't trust people for shit. Just his brothers.
"Knox has a few, uh, requirements if you want to be, ah, intimate with him."
Miss Jackson's eyes widened even more (Daxton couldn't bring himself to think of her as Darby) and Daxton bit back a smirk. She liked to play the innocent one, but something in her manner told him she knew exactly what she was there for.
"Have you heard any, ah, let's say rumors, about Knox and what he does in this room?" he asked suddenly.
Her eyes narrowed for just a moment, and then the wide-eyed look was back, the rabbit caught in the snare, deer caught in the headlights look that said she was completely innocent. Just a fair maiden tricked into doing something she wasn't sure she would enjoy. Daxton saw differently though. He saw calculation behind those eyes. Calculation and racing thoughts.
Finally she shook her head no again. Daxton figured she was lying, but he didn't blame her for it. He certainly wasn't going to sugar-coat anything for her anymore, though. She knew exactly what she was doing there. She might have even planned it, intentionally putting herself in Knox's path and hoping he chose her.
He stood and motioned towards the bed, putting emphasis on his words. "That's where he's going to tie you up and fuck you. You will wear a blindfold the entire time. He will stop if you say the word stop or no or don't, so don't say them even in jest or because you weren't paying attention, unless you really want it to be over."
Daxton watched her for a reaction and felt oddly satisfied when hot blood flooded her cheeks. She hadn't expected him to be so blunt. He'd long ago lost his own embarrassment at the role he was playing for his brother. Not pimp or hustler, but more like ... butler. Get everything ready and then get out of there.
He motioned to the piece of paper on the tray next to her. "That is a non-disclosure agreement. If you agree to stay here, you will have to sign it. It basically says you can't tell anyone about what you and Knox do in this room together. Not your mother, not your best friend. If you do, Knox has a legal basis to sue you
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