Bodyguard Wolf Shifter

BODYGUARD WOLF SHIFTERA PARANORMAL ROMANCE (SPECIAL WOLF SECURITY AGENCY SERIES BOOK 1)ANASTASIA M. BANKS Contents Title PageBODYGUARD WOLF SHIFTERCHAPTER 1CHAPTER 2CHAPTER 3CHAPTER 4CHAPTER 5CHAPTER 6CHAPTER 7CHAPTER 8CHAPTER 9CHAPTER 10CHAPTER 11CHAPTER 12CHAPTER 13CHAPTER 14CHAPTER 15Connect with the Author Copyright © 2023 by Anastasia M. Banks: All rights are reserved.It is illegal to reproduce any part of this Book in any form i.e., mechanical, electronical, printed, or audible form including storage information and retrieval system without any written permission from the Author, except brief quotation in a Book Review.This book is intended for mature readers only. BODYGUARD WOLF SHIFTER_____Sarah has no idea by hiring Flex as her bodyguard is going to be the biggest mistake of her lifeSARAHFlex is not your typical man. He has this certain something. He looks at me and I melt. He has this mysterious quality.And I'm anxious to know more and maybe shed a few layers. He's everything I want in a man. His strength is undeniable but he also exudes a hidden passion.Being a politician makes it difficult for me to connect with anybody without the press scrutinizing my every move.His protection is bought and paid for. It's nice to have him around when I feel like falling apart in his arms.But the threat is real. It could be the difference between life and death. I have to take it seriously.FLEXSarah is bigger than life when she enters a room. Her scent is very powerful. Naughty thoughts plague me.Just the idea of being with her turns me on. She doesn't know the extent of how far I'm willing to go to be with her.Sometimes I have to do bad things to protect those depending on me. Life would be so much easier had we met under different circumstances.How can I fall for her? It's only going to complicate things.She doesn't need to know how much I crave for the taste of her lips. The sexual tension is thick enough to cut with a knife. It's not going to be long before we get physical.Our passions are going to boil over. There is no stopping the inevitable.What will happen when she gets to know the real me. Will she look at me differently? She can lose all the money, power and position because of me. How I am going to save her from landing into the jail for the crime she never committed? --- CHAPTER 1_____SARAHI'm going to kill you…Those five words scared me, but I wasn't about to show it. Fixating on death threats came with the territory when I was campaigning.The life of a politician was a never-ending balancing act.The nights were the worst when I was alone with my thoughts. The work was tedious, but I had a good support system hovering in the background. Most of them were volunteers.The office was deserted after 6 PM.There was a strange stillness in the air to go with the humming of the AC unit. It rattled a few times. It didn't provide the necessary comfort from the elements. The heat was stifling, and my jacket was lying over the chair in front of me usually reserved for guests.A long blonde hair continued to float into my peripheral vision.The days were long, but the nights were even longer. There was nothing to go home to. No handsome husband waiting to greet me with a smile and a glass of Chardonnay.I had a dog, but it ran away.It was a sad state of affairs. The bed was empty and cold. The warmth of male companionship would've been preferable over the alternative. Casual sex wasn't an option when everybody was waiting to pounce on any impropriety.The press was itchy to sink their teeth into any sort of scandal. My publicist did everything she could to make sure I was squeaky clean with a wholesome appearance at least on paper."You are burning the midnight oil," Jack expressed from where he stood haggard and exhausted with a deep sigh.I stretched my arms over my head with my hands interlocked together. "I didn't think anybody was here. Go home. It's been a long day and you deserve a few hours away from this place.""How do you do it?" he asked with his hands folded in front of him."You're going to have to be a little more specific," I answered with my belly rumbling in desperate need of something to eat after missing lunch."You're always the first one in and the last to leave. The numbers look good. The latest poll has you neck and neck with the opposition. Try to get some sleep. Don't stay all night," he said with his long and lean limber figure turning on his Gucci loafers on his way to the elevator."I'm just going to finish up and I should be right behind you in a few minutes. We have a lot of work to do. We are very popular with the 40 and over crowd. We have to reach the next generation if we stand a chance of beating Michael Logan." I stared at the screen at those five words until a shiver ran down my spine.The footsteps receded until I heard the elevator open and close.He was my right-hand man, and I didn't know what I would do without him. Jack was the one to convince me to seek a higher platform. Everybody loved me, but there was always a few that got their nose out of joint.Some people were under the antiquated thinking that a woman couldn't do what a man could do. It was always a struggle to make them see me as a viable candidate to take over the vacant position that Sen. Watkins left in the wake of his early retirement.I was running on ideals and morality to stick it to my opposition. He was a family man with a wife and two children.Being single without a man could be considered a liability, especially in politics.I absentmindedly tapped my pen on the mouse pad with the smiling face of Mickey Mouse