Page 7 of Bodyguard Wolf Shifter
Nobody knew how she made me feel small. She was the dictionary meaning of a helicopter parent. Always pushing me to do better.
I'd already learned two languages and an instrument before I was five years old. She claimed it was to give me a leg up over my competition, but I knew she was just living vicariously through me.
The knock on the door was followed by a familiar face.
"Mother, I would like to introduce you to..." I stopped to let him fill in the blank.
"Flex Sanders," he introduced himself with his warm hand clasping mine.
"I don't know who you are, Flex. What the hell kind of name is that? I digress. I don't know how to thank you. I don't even want to think about what might've happened. You have my undying gratitude," I said with a catch in my throat.
There was this awkward silence.
I turned to my mother. "We have a few things to discuss. If you don't mind?" I asked with a motion of my eyes toward the door to silently give her the bum's rush.
She took the hint but stopped to run her eyes up and down his frame at the door.
I couldn't say I blamed her. The man was a delicious looking. Those muscles made me think of the way that he could manhandle me in the bedroom or any flat surface. He didn't have to say a word for my body to tremble with an unspoken need.
"I hope I'm not bothering you. You have no idea how many hospitals I called until I found you. To be honest, I'm not even sure why I'm here. I had a speech rehearsed but I can't remember it." He snickered while leaning back against the door.
"I was just thinking about you. Now, here you are in my room. What do I owe this unexpected pleasure?" I asked, feeling a little self-conscious and tugging the blanket with both hands.
He smiled sweetly and moved a little closer until I smelled his aftershave.
I've been around a lot of men during my climb into politics. The scent coming over him was a unique blend of masculinity and sandalwood. There were also very intense sexual pheromones between us.
"I'm not looking for a reward. I just did what anybody would do," he said when he sat down next to me in the same seat my mother just vacated.
"You are being far too modest. It was the truest form of bravery I've ever seen in my life. You didn't even know me, and you went out of your way to help. That's more than most people would do." I stated a fact.
He blushed two different shades of red.
It touched me deeply to see how my words affected him. We had reached the stage of the conversation where he wasn't going to stay very much longer. There had to be a way to keep him in my life.
I wanted to scream for him to lock the door and have his way with me. The fantasy became a living entity. The images in my head became so real that I had a hard time differentiating between reality and my overactive imagination.
"I just came to see how you are doing. It looks like you have everything you need." He got up and took a couple of steps toward the door until his hand curled around the knob.
"Wait a minute." I blurted out.
He turned with every muscle rippling until I was practically tongue-tied. It took me a moment to find the words when I finally spit them out.
"What do you do for a living?" I asked.
"I'm between jobs right now. It's tough out there. I'm not complaining. I have a roof over my head and food. It's too bad a lot of people can't say the same thing. The homeless population is on the rise. I do what I can to help but it's never enough," he said with his hands in his pockets fiddling with change that tinkled as he moved his fingers back and forth.
"You took on two guys without breaking a sweat. I sense a military background. I'm usually a good judge of character, and I can read people with one look. That talent comes in handy when you are campaigning. You're looking at the next senator of Los Angeles," I said without a trace of doubt in the conviction of my words.
"I've done some questionable things in the past. I'm not proud of it. I don't have an official military background. Most of the action I saw was never on the record. I think it had something to do with national security and labeled classified. Something like that," he said.
Those blue eyes stared me down until I blinked.
"I have a proposition for you," I stammered with the tip of my tongue circling my mouth.
He crossed his arms. "Do you now? Color me intrigued."
"Don't get the wrong idea. I'm not offering charity. You will have to work closely with me. We will be glued at the hip. I need a bodyguard, and I can't think of anybody better for the job than you. We can call what you did earlier a job interview and you passed with flying colors." I lowered the sheet no longer feeling self-conscious.
