Free Flawless Danger (The Spencer & Sione #1) by Rachel Woods

the box from the corner, Sione brought it to the desk and sat it on top of the payroll timesheets he’d printed out. The cardboard banker’s box had been delivered that morning to the administration building with no clear indication of the intended recipient.
    His secretary Marie had signed for the package and thought it might have been something they’d ordered for one of the casitas—maybe a vase or a lamp. With no other identifying marks on the banker’s box, Sione decided to open the box. An invoice, whether itemized or hand-written, could solve the mystery. When he lifted the lid, what he found was worrisome and disturbing. Beneath the contents of the box, he’d found a crumpled piece of grease-stained paper. The message written across it left him more confused.
    “You know, if you’re going to get packages,” he said, sitting on the corner of the desk. “You should let the front desk know, and they’ll deliver them to your casita.”
    “Well, I didn’t know the box was coming.”
    “You didn’t?” Sione frowned, acutely aware that from his position, he had a tantalizing view of her breasts, heaving against the neckline, and her smooth legs, the left crossed over the right. A tantalizing view that was acutely arousing.
    “I mean, I didn’t know when it was coming,” she amended.
    A bit too quickly, he noted.
    “I wasn’t expecting it to come so soon,” she went on. “I thought it would be here later this week.”
    Sione moved back behind his desk, where any wayward evidence of his excitement, should there be any, would go unnoticed, hopefully. An erection would be irrevocably inappropriate, and he had a feeling Spencer Edwards would not be flattered.
    He took a deep breath and asked, “So, you were expecting it?”
    “Unfortunately.”
    “What?”
    “Yes, I was expecting the box, but it’s not something I really wanted,” she said, again with the quick, breathless tone.
    “Why not?” he asked, thinking of the contents, wondering why Ms. Edwards didn’t want what she had been expecting.
    “You wouldn’t understand.” Standing, she grabbed the box by the cut-out handles, and picked it up.
    Again, thinking of the contents, Sione figured he probably wouldn’t understand, so he decided not to push the issue and instead asked, “You need help taking the box back to your casita?”
    “No, I think I can manage to—wait a minute,” she said. “Are you sure this box is for me?”
    “Yeah,” he said. “Why?”
    “There’s no address label on it.”
    “Well, the note said, ‘Please deliver to Spencer Edwards.’”
    She glared at him. “What note?”
    “The, uh …” He stopped, struggling to think of a lie, and then blurted out, “The note that was on the bottom of the box.”
    “There was a note on the bottom of the box?” She raised the box to peek beneath it.  
    “It wasn’t a shipping label,” he said. “It was just a piece of paper taped to the bottom of the box.”
    She stared at him for a moment and then said, “Are you sure you didn’t open this box?”
    “I didn’t open the box.”
    “You better not have,” she said.
    “Ms. Edwards, I want you to know—” Sione stopped, his train of thought lost as he stared at her.
    He’d seen beautiful women before, some even prettier than Ms. Edwards, but something about her grabbed him by the throat and shook him. And not in a good way. But not in a bad way either.
    “You want me to know what?” she asked, and he would have bet money that any second, her nipples would escape the confines of her tank.
    “The privacy of my guests is extremely important to me,” he assured her, or tried to, but he had the feeling she wasn’t in the mood to be reassured. “I would never intentionally, or accidentally, go through your box without your permission.”
    Rolling her eyes, she pivoted and walked toward the door, which Sione absolutely enjoyed watching her do. Crossing the threshold, she looked over her shoulder, gave him a