Page 6 of Bodyguard Wolf's Fated Mate
It was precisely at that moment that Jasmine came out of the dressing room. She had several different items displayed on her arm on her way to the counter. She looked around, obviously expecting an arrival that wasn't going to come.
I showed no outward signs of having a hand in getting rid of her friend.
"It looks like you have had a productive evening. Let's wrap this up. I don't feel very good about being in the open like this. Anybody would have a hard time ignoring a chance to hurt you to get to your father," I said when the hairs on the back of my neck stood up.
The wolf warned me to keep my head on a swivel.
The glowing yellow light reflected on the tinted glass of the window behind me was a sure sign something bad was going to happen.
Jasmine was busy with her back toward me and slightly bent at an angle to show me the curvature of her delicious-looking spine. That spot always got to me. It was my Achilles' heel when it came to feminine persuasion.
The roar of the engine made me turn on my heels. The glare of the yellow lights blinded me temporarily. The pupils of the wolf dilated. They shrank in size until it was like looking through a coke bottle.
The dark blue sedan jumped the curb. The clang of one of its hubcaps rolled down the sidewalk into oncoming traffic. A chorus of horns honked in protest. Brakes squealed and voices were raised, completely blind to what was really going on.
Shards of glass came at me through the shattered remains of the display window. Those mannequin heads and other assorted body parts went flying everywhere.
The bumper struck me with such force I was literally blown out of my shoes. The bones cracked as I flew deeper into the store.
I had no idea what it was about, but I feared it was some sort of retaliation from her father's enemies directed at her since they couldn't get to him. I was reluctant to let Jasmine go shopping until she reminded me where my paycheck came from. She was definitely going to keep me on my toes.
"You don't have to come in with me. They might feel a little pressured when you are standing by the door glowering." She pointed out with a finger touching my strong masculine chest.
She gasped when that muscle flexed in response.
I gently applied enough pressure to pry her finger away from me. "You will not be out of my sight. Do I make myself clear?"
"It's your funeral. This place caters to the most discriminated tastes. It's a boutique for women with money to burn on a variety of different credit cards. I don't need one. Everything is billed to my father without even bothering to look at a price tag. You have no idea what it's like to feel superior over others or maybe you do in your own way," she said from the back seat with her legs crossed in a way to remind me she was young and impressionable.
A part of me wanted to climb into the back seat and show her what a real man could do. That she wasn't dealing with a little boy. It would've been fun to make her squeal with her high heels punching holes into the ceiling of the limousine.
"I know what you're thinking. It's what all of them are thinking when they look at me."
"I don't know… I don't know what you're talking about," I stammered with my mouth dry and my pants tightening from the mere notion of getting physical with her.
"You have your eyes on my father's money. This job is easy. Nothing exciting ever happens."
She smelled like sex, and she didn't even know why they were panting after her like lovesick puppies. It wasn't their fault. They were drawn to the fire and didn't care if they burned alive just to be near her. It was a good thing that anxious energy could be stifled inside of me courtesy of the wolf.
I cheerfully navigated around oncoming traffic to greet her at the door when I opened it. Anybody else would think I was a driver. That was exactly what I wanted them to think until it was too late.
The black leather skirt hugged her hips and barely covered her unmentionables. The slight slit on the side revealed more than her father would be comfortable with. The boutique had mannequins stationed at the window in different provocative poses to attract the attention of a certain clientele.
The white plunging material of her shirt exposed a fair amount of her cleavage. It was highly restrictive, and she wasn't wearing a bra. Her nipples pressed against the material when she was aroused.
There were only a couple of hours before the full moon. We still had time to get back home where I could monitor her condition. It wasn't like she tried to hide, but she didn't know enough to pull back on the reins of the wolf.
Drugs were the last thing she should be pumping into her veins. The wolf would derive a certain pleasure from the chemical dosage. It could easily use the effects to take control of her until she didn't know whether she was dreaming or not.
I followed from behind quite alarmed by the steady pressure between my legs. The head on my shoulders was nothing compared to the overheated dilemma the other head between my legs faced. It wanted out in the worst way possible, and I had to constantly slap some sense back into the wolf at the risk of putting everybody in danger.
The ding over the door announced her entry into the boutique. "I don't have a lot of time. Show me the latest trends. Let's not dawdle. We don't have all day. Somebody bring me a bottle of water. It better not be a domestic brand," she ordered with a snap of her fingers.
Nobody saw me standing at the door with my hands in front of me. It was the perfect position to go for my gun in case of any trouble. She became a whirlwind with the clerks following her around with dollar signs in their eyes.
There was no point in using my enhanced hearing when I had no interest in what were the latest trends. They were having a conversation that was completely over my head. It didn't make any sense to covet wearing the latest creation by Gucci or Calvin Klein.
My sense of style came from what looked good on me despite the price tags.
