Page 25 of Bodyguard Wolf Shifter
I suddenly threw the keyboard, but it didn't go very far connected to a wire. It was my frustration, and I shouldn't have shown him any sort of weakness. Jack needed me to be the voice of reason.
I had to take immediate control of the situation.
"You have every right to be angry. Just don't show it to anybody else. We can handle this quietly. It might seem impersonal but a carefully worded private email should suffice. Tell him unequivocally their services are no longer required." Jack walked back and forth in front of my desk pondering the situation.
I lifted my eyes from the screen long enough to address his concerns. "I think it would be better in person but that would only give him time to cause a scene. That's what you're thinking. I hate to admit it but you're right. I think I should do the honors. I'll take care of it on my end."
"I'll make arrangements to transfer your security to a more reputable well-established agency. I'm glad we are seeing things the same way. I want you to know this pains me deeply. I didn't want to be right about them. They were too good to be true," he retorted without saying he told me so.
I bowed my head in shame and confusion. "It's like taking off a Band-Aid. I'll just have to do it quickly so it doesn't hurt as much. It's business as usual."
"That's what I have always liked about you. You don't dwell on things. We both know there's no way to control everything. We learn to adapt through our mistakes. I'll have everything arranged for your security by the end of the day," Jack announced on his way out of the office.
Nobody was better than him. He made my life easier. We could have differing opinions. It was healthy to be combative from time to time. He never backed down and wasn't what most people would consider a kiss-ass.
My eyes were glued to the screen. The still image of Flex sitting at my desk haunted me. That man wasn't the one who touched me. The man on the screen was a stranger. Maybe it was the other way around. It was going to take a long time to get over him.
Afew days have passed and we had spent many nights talking about our dreams and fears. It gave me a chance to know him intimately from the inside out. Those days were gone but not forgotten.
Nobody was ever going to get close to me like that again.
I actually felt the invisible wall form in my mind. It spread to my heart until the icy chill made me shiver in my chair. He had this way of getting under my skin.
The shrewd politician was back. No longer would I be hampered by an emotional attachment to someone clearly out of my league.
He made me feel like a woman.
The craving didn't go away, but I was able to push it down into the deepest pit inside of me.
There was no point in delaying the inevitable. Jack was already in the process of contacting another security company.
Professional ethics aside, I couldn't shake this feeling it wasn't the last time I was going to see those piercing blue eyes.
Idle hands were the devil's playground.
He had tricked me into thinking we were destined to be together. My words would have to be cold and calculating to the point of being emotionless.
It was only a few sentences. My finger hovered over the enter button for quite some time.
Once it was done, there was nothing that would ever take it back. Replaying the footage and taking a second look at the keystrokes made up my mind quickly.
He had used me to get inside the inner sanctum. Their identities were a house of cards. His papers looked impeccable without anything to indicate something was amiss. We didn't look very hard. That was our mistake.
It took me a few moments to justify sending the email. Jack was right. There wasn't going to be any reconciliation. Betrayal couldn't be condoned.
The message sent closed that chapter of my life.
Did he really think I wasn't going to find out? He must've been having a good laugh at my expense behind my back. My skin crawled every time I thought about him touching me. We fit so perfectly together, yet none of it was real.
The time had come to be truthful with myself. He never did reveal much about his personal life. It stood to reason he would change the subject.
I trusted him more than I wanted to. It was easy when he saved my life.
It wasn't just breaking into my office and using my computer. The most galling thing of all was how he had orchestrated the threat against my life. It was Machiavellian.
He set me up to be scared out of my mind only to ride to the rescue.
I held onto the phone waiting for some kind of plausible explanation. There wasn't even an icon to show he was writing back. It was easy to recognize he had read the email.
