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
Authors: Emma Taylor
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asleep after texting Beth.
“You’re not going to believe Thomas Jr.,” she wrote. “He’s not the little boy I saw last.”
-Chapter 5-
The week passed in Paris and Alex and Tom spent several of the days visiting wineries. Alex kept careful notes of their visits, produced the right paperwork when prompted, and spent time on the phone, learning how to take messages and funnel the right calls to Thomas.
There was no doubt they worked beautifully together, and they made a striking team. Both tall and blonde and animated and incredibly capable.
At night, they walked the streets of Paris, indulging in pastries and ice cream and bottles of wine. Sometimes when she woke up in the morning, Alex had to pinch herself to be sure she was really there. She was having the time of her life—both in business and in pleasure. She loved the wine business, the beautiful old wineries they drove to outside of Paris and the gorgeous way in which the Parisians lived. She decided she wanted to be one of them---with their sweet little apartments and their way of life that seemed to invite pleasure. New York had been a place of ambition and the contrast was striking to her.
On their last day of work, Thomas suggested that they go to the infamous Parisian burlesque show, and they set out together with a feeling of adventurousness, a bit tipsy from having split a bottle of wine during dinner.
Alex loved the show, knowing it was what Paris was famous for, and when they ducked into a café to have a night cap after the show, they were both laughing and enjoying themselves more than either one of them cared to admit.
He took her hand as they crossed a busy street and Alex hadn’t even noticed that he didn’t let go when they got to the other side. She was still laughing and talking about the show.
He led her to a table and held her chair for her as she sat down.
Over a glass of wine he looked at her said, “I cannot get over how beautiful you are. It has really floored me all week. You’ve grown up to be quite a beautiful, talented woman, Alex.”
“You know, Thomas,” she said, trying to steer the conversation away from dangerous waters. “I’m so incredibly happy. This has been the best week of my life.”
They caught one another’s eyes across the table and that was the moment they knew. Not only did they both know it in their own hearts, but they were both aware that the other felt it as well.
“Oh, crap,” Alex said to herself.
They looked away---the same thing they’d been doing all week. They’d reach some moment of closeness and then they’d break up the moment as quickly as possible, knowing they were navigating a dangerous land.
This time, Thomas called her on it.
“I know you’re feeling it too, Alex” he said, looking pleadingly into her eyes.
“Thomas, this is crazy. We haven’t seen each other in a long time, and it must be the excitement of being in Paris…”
“Have you ever felt this way about someone before?” he said. “Because I haven’t. And I have a feeling I’ve been around the block a bit more than you. I’m not going to deny this.”
“Even though we’re not actually related,” Alex said. “What would our parents’ say?”
“Who cares,” he said, reaching out and taking her hand. “Right now we’re in Paris and it’s just you and me.”
They finished their wine and got up to walk home. Alex was confused, not sure if the excitement she felt was the new job or the new city…or, well, the gorgeous stepbrother.
They held hands on the way home, not even bothering to hide their feelings. When they got to the porch steps he looked at her intensely, and put his arms around her waist.
“I see a whole new Alex coming out,” he said. “Every day you seem to blossom more and more.”
He opened the door to his apartment and led her inside, walking straight back to his bedroom. He removed his suit coat and threw it on the bed, not
“You’re not going to believe Thomas Jr.,” she wrote. “He’s not the little boy I saw last.”
-Chapter 5-
The week passed in Paris and Alex and Tom spent several of the days visiting wineries. Alex kept careful notes of their visits, produced the right paperwork when prompted, and spent time on the phone, learning how to take messages and funnel the right calls to Thomas.
There was no doubt they worked beautifully together, and they made a striking team. Both tall and blonde and animated and incredibly capable.
At night, they walked the streets of Paris, indulging in pastries and ice cream and bottles of wine. Sometimes when she woke up in the morning, Alex had to pinch herself to be sure she was really there. She was having the time of her life—both in business and in pleasure. She loved the wine business, the beautiful old wineries they drove to outside of Paris and the gorgeous way in which the Parisians lived. She decided she wanted to be one of them---with their sweet little apartments and their way of life that seemed to invite pleasure. New York had been a place of ambition and the contrast was striking to her.
On their last day of work, Thomas suggested that they go to the infamous Parisian burlesque show, and they set out together with a feeling of adventurousness, a bit tipsy from having split a bottle of wine during dinner.
Alex loved the show, knowing it was what Paris was famous for, and when they ducked into a café to have a night cap after the show, they were both laughing and enjoying themselves more than either one of them cared to admit.
He took her hand as they crossed a busy street and Alex hadn’t even noticed that he didn’t let go when they got to the other side. She was still laughing and talking about the show.
He led her to a table and held her chair for her as she sat down.
Over a glass of wine he looked at her said, “I cannot get over how beautiful you are. It has really floored me all week. You’ve grown up to be quite a beautiful, talented woman, Alex.”
“You know, Thomas,” she said, trying to steer the conversation away from dangerous waters. “I’m so incredibly happy. This has been the best week of my life.”
They caught one another’s eyes across the table and that was the moment they knew. Not only did they both know it in their own hearts, but they were both aware that the other felt it as well.
“Oh, crap,” Alex said to herself.
They looked away---the same thing they’d been doing all week. They’d reach some moment of closeness and then they’d break up the moment as quickly as possible, knowing they were navigating a dangerous land.
This time, Thomas called her on it.
“I know you’re feeling it too, Alex” he said, looking pleadingly into her eyes.
“Thomas, this is crazy. We haven’t seen each other in a long time, and it must be the excitement of being in Paris…”
“Have you ever felt this way about someone before?” he said. “Because I haven’t. And I have a feeling I’ve been around the block a bit more than you. I’m not going to deny this.”
“Even though we’re not actually related,” Alex said. “What would our parents’ say?”
“Who cares,” he said, reaching out and taking her hand. “Right now we’re in Paris and it’s just you and me.”
They finished their wine and got up to walk home. Alex was confused, not sure if the excitement she felt was the new job or the new city…or, well, the gorgeous stepbrother.
They held hands on the way home, not even bothering to hide their feelings. When they got to the porch steps he looked at her intensely, and put his arms around her waist.
“I see a whole new Alex coming out,” he said. “Every day you seem to blossom more and more.”
He opened the door to his apartment and led her inside, walking straight back to his bedroom. He removed his suit coat and threw it on the bed, not
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