Page 21 of Bodyguard Wolf Shifter
He followed me out into the hustle and bustle of office politics.
I clapped my hands a few times to get their undivided attention. The noise receded until they were looking at me with grave concern. They had all seen what had happened and were wondering if I was still planning to run for office.
"The first thing I want to address is the campaign. We are going full steam ahead. Nobody is going to convince me otherwise. You might've noticed we have a new head of security. I want you to fully cooperate with him. I'm not sure where I would be without him and his security team," I said..
It was always a good idea to put an upbeat swing to things. They didn't have to know about my personal life. They all had a vested interest in my success. They believed in my message,and I took it very seriously how they bent over backward to please me.
"Miss Steele is working closely with the authorities to get to the bottom of this. We will be implementing new security measures over the next couple of days. It won't be as intrusive as the TSA. Nobody is going to be asked to take off their shoes," he said, following my lead by keeping things light and airy.
"Get back to work. Your contribution means the world to me.The competition is fierce but we can do this together. Don't worry about the extra security. They are here to keep us safe," I added for good measure with my hand by my side despite wanting to touch him in the worst way.
We went back into the office and true to my word, the door remained open but at least they couldn't hear what we said to one another.
We agreed things had gotten out of hand. We couldn't risk doing anything in the office. The discussion turned to a clandestine meeting at his place after hours.
He had just bought a house and a new car.
"I don't think we should meet at my place. It's a little crowded. Luke is staying with me until he gets back on his feet. I know we can't see each other at your place. It would be too public. I'm sure we can come up with an alternative solution," he mentioned, when he produced a business card for a swanky hotel.
"Don't you think this would be a little too public?" I asked.
"It would be if we were going in the front door. We can use the service elevator in the back. A friend of mine lets me crash in one of the vacant rooms from time to time. We just have to be a little discreet and keep our voices down," he teased.
"I can promise to be discreet, but I don't know about keeping the noise down. I can be somewhat vocal when I'm pleased. We need to cool things off for at least a week. There are a lot of eyes on us, including the volunteers," I pointed out.
"You're the boss," he said with a smile.
I did like the sound of that.
CHAPTER 10
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FLEX
Things were progressing nicely even with the interference to our enterprise. We had to find creative ways to get the drugs into their greedy hands.
Luke mentioned something in passing and I ran with it.
We were distributing the drugs in movie cases and video game cases.
We had set everything up through proxy servers and anonymous benefactors. It was time-consuming and we had to spend money we didn't have, once again relying on Smith and his organization to get things off the ground.
His assistance came with a premium consisting of 20% of the profits. He could've asked for a lot more, but it was still unreasonable when we were taking all the risks.
He sat across from me eating supper using a fork and a knife. The man was civilized but still made people nervous, including the clientele. The whispers of dissension couldn't be heard without a trained ear.
"I'm not as young as I used to be. I'm starting to watch my diet." He cut into the rare steak still bleeding from the inside.
"If I didn't know any better, I would think it was still moving on the plate," I stated while cutting into a perfectly cooked scallop.
My appetite was usually meat and potatoes, but sometimes my refined palate demanded something different. They melted in my mouth leaving behind a residue of garlic and pepper on the tip of my tongue. Every morsel was savored. The chef had outdone himself with a culinary delight to excite me beyond words.
"I have one vice. One weekend a month is when I cheat on my diet. Don't tell anybody.” He said with a finger pressed to his greasy lips.
The french fries smothered in gravy and topped with cheese curds were certainly not on any diet plan I could think of.
It made me physically ill to watch him eat it.
