Free SHAPESHIFTER ROMANCE: Protection of the Wolf (Paranormal Shifter Army Navy Seal Protector Alpha Wolf Romance) (Fantasy Military Action Adventure Urban Werewolf Romance Short Stories) by Emma Taylor

through the peephole, just to be sure. The warped view displayed an intimidating-looking guy in a sharp black suit.
    “Who is it?” I asked tentatively. Even though I was pretty sure I knew who it was, I could never be too careful.
    “It’s Erik Holman, I’m with Holman Security, we spoke last night?” He looked up, directly into the peephole, as if he knew I had to be looking through it. I unlocked the door and opened it, welcoming him into the house.
    “It’s nice to meet you mister Holman,” I said and shook his hand briefly. I shut the door behind him and then studied him a bit more closely since he was inside. He was really big, tall and muscular to match his impressive frame. The suit he wore fit him snugly and it was hard not to admire. Erik Holman was an attractive guy that was for sure, not just because he obviously spent time in the gym, but he had such classically handsome looks. He reminded me eerily of James Dean. He had the same silky, soft-looking brown hair, plump lips, and square jaw. His eyes were a mesmerizing shade of hazel-brown.
    I realized belatedly that Erik had asked me something, so I pulled myself together. This guy was going to potentially work for me, and anyway with looks like his, he probably already had a girlfriend, or fiancée, or wife. “I’m sorry, I didn’t catch that?” I said. I looked at him expectantly as I tried to hide my chagrin for having stared at him like an idiot.
    “I said it’s nice to meet you too, Miss King,” he said. Erik smiled at me almost knowingly and I wanted to groan in embarrassment – he knew I had been staring at him for his looks.
    “So um…how about we have the interview in the kitchen?” I said lamely. I turned on my heel and led him through the living room and into the kitchen. He sat down at the eat-in table situated under the window that looked out over my back yard.
    “You have a really nice home, Miss King. I can imagine you do quite well for yourself,” Erik observed as he studied the recently redone backyard. There was a deck with all the furniture one would need to entertain outside. Below the deck was a garden and path that led to the pool and patio.
    “Thank you, I just had the house renovated. It’s a family home, my great grandparents bought the land and built a little shack on it really, then the house expanded through the years,” I told him. Erik smiled to himself before he turned his full attention towards me, looking at me expectantly. Right, I was supposed to be interviewing him.
    “I’m sorry, I’ve never had to really…hire security before. I don’t know how this whole interviewing thing is supposed to go,” I admitted. Erik smiled kindly at me and my heart did a little hop skip and jump at how beautiful his smile was.
    “It’s alright ma’am, take your time. You can ask me anything, or tell me about your situation and I’ll tell you how I’d plan to handle it,” he suggested. I breathed a little sigh of relief. He’d made things much easier for me.
    “Okay…um, but before I start do you want anything? Maybe some coffee or water?” I needed some coffee at least, I hardly got through the morning hours without at least two cups.
    “If you have it brewed already, I wouldn’t mind some coffee,” Erik said politely. I asked him how he liked his coffee and prepared us both a cup before I joined him at the kitchen table.
    “So…I guess I’ll give you some background as to why I need security, after I ask a few questions,” I told him. I had his full attention as he looked at me expectantly. “How did you get into the security business?” I asked harmlessly enough.
    “Well, I used to be a Navy SEAL. I served for the full six years. My father was a SEAL and he started the security business after he’d served his time for the Navy. Once my enlistment was up I decided to join his security firm and he made me a team leader. I have four guys who are also highly trained, all ex-military,” Erik’s