Losing Control

By Nina Croft

Losing Control (A Babysitting a Billionaire Novel) by Nina Croft

Four years after escaping her abusive ex-husband, Kim finally believes she's in control of her life and her emotions and she's determined to never risk either again with a man. She has a great home, a job as a security specialist which she loves, and Jake for a best friend. But things are a tad lonely in the sex department, so she decides to embark on a no-strings-affair with one of her hot co-workers. And who better to help her remember how to lure a man than her best friend?

Jake has wanted Kim from the moment he first saw her, but four years ago, she was too young and too damaged. So he kept her close and he kept her safe, offering her a job in his security company and the training to feel safe again, and he bided his time. But now, after the long wait, if she imagines he's going to stand by while she seduces some other guy… Never going to happen.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Macmillan Publishers
• Release date: Aug 12, 2013
• ISBN: 9781622662364

Nina Croft

Growing up in the cold, wet, north of England, Nina Croft spent a lot of time dreaming of faraway sunnier places and ponies. When she discovered both, along with a whole load of other things, could be found between the covers of a book, her life changed forever. Later, she headed south, picked up the perfect husband along the way, and together they volunteered to work in Africa. There they discovered a love of exotic places and a dislike of 9-5 work. Afterward they spent a number of years travelling (whenever possible) intermingled with working (whenever necessary.) Eventually they stumbled upon a remote area in the mountains of southern Spain and the small almond farm they now call home. Nina spends her days reading, writing and riding her mare, Gencianna, under the blue Spanish skies—sunshine and ponies. She reckons this is proof that dreams really can come true if you want them enough. Nina's writing mixes romance with elements of the paranormal and science fiction If you'd like to find out about new releases then sign up for my Newsletter at: https://app.mailerlite.com/webforms/landing/d8y0v7

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He’s the only man she didn’t see coming…

Four years after escaping her abusive ex-husband, Kim finally believes she’s in control of her life and her emotions and she’s determined to never risk either again with a man. She has a great home, a job as a security specialist which she loves, and Jake for a best friend. But things are a tad lonely in the sex department, so she decides to embark on a no-strings-affair with one of her hot co-workers. And who better to help her remember how to lure a man than her best friend?

Jake has wanted Kim from the moment he first saw her, but four years ago, she was too young and too damaged. So he kept her close and he kept her safe, offering her a job in his security company and the training to feel safe again, and he bided his time. But now, after the long wait, if she imagines he’s going to stand by while she seduces some other guy… Never going to happen.

Table of Contents

Dedication

Prologue

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

Acknowledgments

About the Author

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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.

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ISBN 978-1-62266-236-4

Manufactured in the United States of America

First Edition August 2013

To Rob, who makes sure everything keeps working.

Prologue

Kim cracked open the door an inch. The outer office was in darkness.

Good.

Her intel was correct. The CEO of Knight Securities had left for the evening. And about time—it was close to midnight. She slipped through the gap, pulled the door closed behind her, then stood, her back resting against the wood as she waited for her racing pulse to slow.

Without turning on the light, she crossed the room to the door opposite. This one wouldn’t be so easy. A PIN code, as well as a more conventional lock, protected the inner sanctum of her boss.

From the bag at her waist, she pulled a small bottle of talc and puffed a fine cloud over the keypad. The white powder clung to four numbers. So far, so good. Now she just needed the correct sequence, but looking at those numbers… She knew exactly what the order would be.

She entered the PIN and grinned as the light turned from red to green. Take that, Mr. High-and-Mighty.

The next bit was the trickiest.

Kneeling on the floor, she withdrew the pick and tension wrench from her kit. Her hand shook slightly as she slid them both into the lock, and then she waited for a minute, breathing slowly until she was ready to go on. She leaned in close as she manipulated the tools.

Finally, after what seemed an eternity, she heard the small click as the first pin fell into place. Almost there. A few seconds more and the wrench turned cleanly.

Yay—she was in. One more security element to breach and she’d have that promotion in the bag. She’d worked as an operative for nearly four years now, investigating low-level threats and putting together security systems for the rich and famous, but she was ready to take her career to the next level: gun-toting, badass bodyguard.

Her best-friend-slash-boss had set the bar for her promotion pretty low when she’d told him she wanted to carry a gun. Or so she’d thought, right up until the first time she’d tried to break into his safe. Now on her fifth attempt in as many months, she was more determined than ever to outwit the infuriating man once and for all.

As she pushed open the door to his office, she slid the goggles down over her eyes. Instantly the world changed. Beams of red light crisscrossed the room, separating her from the goal: the safe hidden inside the cabinet behind the desk.

The first beam was a mere foot above the ground and she easily stepped over it, then ducked under the second. The third was tricky, and she hesitated. Over or under? She lifted her foot, stretched her leg—

Looking for something?

She jumped as the deep male voice skittered along her spine, then lost her balance and crashed to the floor. Alarms jangled, lights flashed. Chaos reigned.

Shit, she cursed.

Kim lay on her back and gritted her teeth until everything went quiet, the flashing lights stopped, and the main overhead light came on. Then she pushed the goggles from her eyes and sat up.

Jake Knight lounged in the open doorway, arms folded across his chest. Dressed all in black, he looked lean, mean, and vaguely menacing. The image spoiled only by the mocking smile on his handsome face.

She waggled her fingers at him. Hi there, boss. Why aren’t you at home? Where he was supposed to be.

His lips twitched. "I had a feeling something…urgent was going down in my office."

Nope. Only little old me. What had given her away? The problem was, Jake knew her too well. He probably hadn’t bought it when she’d offered to stay late to take a client interview so he could get an early night. By the way, she said, cute move using my birthday as the PIN code.

I like to give you a fighting chance.

She rolled her eyes.

He strolled across the room and came to a halt a foot away, hands thrust in his pockets, that lazy smile still curving his lips.

Yeah, she was so funny. And she’d failed.

Again.

Crap. At this rate, she’d never get her promotion.

So, Jake said. What do we do with you?

Er…nothing?

Don’t you think breaking into my office deserves a little…retribution?

Kim scrambled to her feet and brushed herself off. I’d like to see you try.

You think I couldn’t take you?

She tipped her chin up. I could kick your ass.

Probably a lie. Okay, definitely a lie. She was good, but she was also only five foot nine and Jake had six inches on her. Plus, he was twice as broad at the shoulder. However hard she trained, she could never match that. All the same, his smug expression was starting to piss her off.

Without giving herself a chance to think this was a really bad idea, she whirled around and kicked out, but Jake caught her boot before she could connect with an ease that made her curse, leaving her balancing on one foot.

He stepped forward, his long fingers still wrapped around her ankle. Kim had no choice but to hop backward until she hit the wall behind her. Let me go.

Say please and I might.

Piss off.

He studied her for a moment and seemed about to say something, then shrugged and released her.

As soon as she was free, she kicked out again, this time trying to swipe his legs from under him. He sidestepped, then moved in close, his hands braced on the wall on either side of her head, caging her in. Her lungs filled with the scent of him—warm man and spicy citrus.

Yield, he ordered.

No fucking way.

He urged her back against the wall, moving his body in hard against hers until his chest pressed against her breasts.

A tingle ran through her, settling low in her belly.

Ugh!

That was so not right—this was Jake.

Kim hadn’t thought much about sex in the four years since her divorce, and she really didn’t need to start thinking about it now. And certainly not with Jake.

He was close enough that she could see the faint shadow of stubble darkening his jawline, the midnight blue of his eyes behind the thick fringe of lashes daring her to push him further.

The tingle became a heat that spread slowly out from her center.

What the hell was going on?

Jake lowered his head and his warm breath brushed her cheek. Her own breath sounded ragged in her ears and adrenaline surged through her system.

Yield, he said again, so close now she could feel the word against her skin.

She swallowed hard. Okay, okay. I yield.

She hated to give in, but what choice did she have? Because for one surreal moment there, she’d been convinced Jake was about to kiss her.

And kissing Jake was not an option.

Chapter One

Thursday night was movie night at Jake’s penthouse apartment and had been for most of the four years she’d known him. Kim didn’t think movies had featured much in Jake’s life before then—he usually didn’t sit still long enough, so she liked to believe she’d brought a little culture into his world.

Well, as much culture as one could attribute to a Terminator movie. Jake was too serious and needed someone to get him to relax and just enjoy doing nothing.

That was her job, and she was glad for a chance to get back on a normal footing with him since her foiled break-in attempt last week. She’d managed to convince herself that the almost-kiss had been a figment of her overactive imagination.

Of course, Jake wouldn’t kiss her—why would he?

All the same, things had been a little weird. And if she’d just heard him correctly, their relationship was still far from normal.

"You expect me to wear a what? She’d been admiring the view from the floor-to-ceiling windows—the whole of London spread out below her. Now, she spun to face him. Are you serious?"

He looked serious. But you never could tell with Jake—he’d perfected the art of deadpan long ago.

Lounging back in his huge black leather sofa, long legs stretched out in front of him, he returned her scrutiny, his dark-blue eyes examining her in minute detail. Kim shifted from foot to foot, never quite comfortable with the full force of his concentration focused on her.

Jake caught the movement and quirked his lips in obvious amusement. She hated that.

Oh, yeah, he drawled. I’m deadly serious. The job came in last thing today. It’s a favor for a friend, and there were no other female operatives available.

Well, thank you for making me feel like a last resort. And where exactly do you expect me to get a dress?

He gave an exaggerated sigh. I don’t suppose there’s much point in suggesting your wardrobe?

Kim raised an eyebrow; the question wasn’t even worthy of an answer.

I thought not. That being the case, a dress shop would be the obvious choice. Don’t worry. He held up a hand to preempt her next argument. "You can put it on the expense account. I don’t expect you to purchase such a superfluous item out of your own pocket. He gave her another long look. The assignment is security detail at a fashion party. I want you to blend in. So absolutely nothing in camouflage or khaki."

Kim plucked at the cotton of her khaki combat pants. She thought they were pretty nifty, and teamed with Doc Martens and a black T-shirt, her outfit was both comfortable and durable. However, she had to agree that an element of glamour was missing.

From Jake’s expression, he thought so as well. Actually, he continued, it’s probably best if I come shopping with you.

You don’t trust me, do you?

Kim, I’d trust you with my life. But with something as complicated and contrary to your nature as buying a dress? No, I’m afraid I don’t.

A warm glow washed over her. Jake trusted her with his life? She couldn’t believe how good the first sentence made her feel. Good enough to let the second pass, anyway.

Okay, I think it’s above and beyond the call of duty, but I’ll come peacefully. But—she glanced down at herself ruefully—I suspect you’re going to have your work cut out for you trying to make me look glamorous.

Still, she wouldn’t turn down any job that might prove she deserved a promotion.

Jake had originally employed her as receptionist in the security company he’d set up shortly after he’d left the army. That had been four years now, and right from the start, the actual security work had fascinated Kim. The thought of learning to fight, to defend herself, sent a thrill of excitement through her. She’d taken classes in mixed martial arts, trained every day until she could hold her own with just about anyone in the company—except Jake.

She had one particularly pleasant daydream of coming across her ex-husband, Michael, and flooring him with a smooth kung fu–like kick. The thought always had the power to cheer her up.

She sank into the far corner of the sofa, unlaced her boots, and kicked them off. So, do I get to wear a gun on Saturday? she asked hopefully.

No, you get to wear a dress.

Super. Kim hadn’t expected a positive answer anyway. It wasn’t fair—she was the best shot in the company. Jake knew that, but he still refused to promote her to that last elusive grade, the grade that would allow her to carry a gun and do the more dangerous work. Instead, he’d set that damned test: break into his office and steal the contents of his safe, and then he’d consider it. Unfortunately, Jake used his office to test out new security gadgets.

But she wouldn’t give up yet.

She didn’t actually want to shoot anyone… Well, unless it was her ex. But something was driving her to prove to Jake she was ready to be seen as an equal. It would be the final proof that she was in control of her life.

I’ll get in there in the end, you know.

His lips curled into a slow smile. Never going to happen.

I would have gotten in last time if you hadn’t been sneaky and pretended to go home.

Maybe, but I’m thinking of getting a retinal or fingerprint scanner fitted—virtually impregnable.

She considered him, her gaze lingering on his long fingers, then his dark-blue eyes. I wouldn’t do that.

Why?

Because then I’d need a body part, and I’d hate to permanently maim you just to get a promotion.

He grinned. But you’d do it?

Hell, yeah. I deserve that grade.

Curling her legs under her, she tugged absently on the end of her ponytail. It occurred to her—once she overcame her natural antipathy at being told what to do—that changing her image fit quite neatly with her own plans. Though she hadn’t considered anything quite as drastic as a dress, just something to make her appear a little more feminine.

She’d been on edge since that night in his office. For some reason, after four years of never thinking about it, she couldn’t get sex off her mind. Eventually, she’d accepted that it was merely hormones—an itch that needed scratching. And

Reviews for Losing Control

[arlenadean · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

By: Nina CroftPublished By: Entangled: BrazenAge Recommended: AdultReviewed By: Arlena DeanBook Blog For: NORRating: 5Review:"Losing Control" by Nina Croft was one of the best contemporary romance novels that I have read in a long time. This heroine had come out of a bad marriage, death of her mother, had no close relations with her father, but now was she was on the road to happiness? So, we find Kim was not interested in love and marriage...all she needed was her best friend Jake's friendship, but as life was changing for her...did she next something else in her life...sex?With Jake being Kim's protectorate friend, and boss... did he want more in this friendship relationship? Will Kim ever grow up and realize that it wasn't about the control factor she held to but someone to love her which she had missed from her ex? Would she ever see that what she wanted was right in front of her? To get all of the answers along with these questions and much more, you must pick up "Losing Control" to see how this author brings it all out to the reader. The characters were all simply off the chart...great ..well developed and even colorful only helping to give the readers a well written dialogue that was simply entertaining, laughing out loud...a fun read. Be ready for some hot steamy sex along on this adventure that really left me saying Wow what a good read! Would I recommend this adult read? YES!!