Her Protector

*All of this is my original work, and it’s also my first shot at a fic, so I would really appreciate reviews  Thanks for taking the time to read ~ S.S.

Chapter 1
“The Meeting”

“John, I have an assignment for you”. A sleazy balding man of about fifty said from behind a desk. “Now, I know you’re not familiar with body guard work, but I owe a good friend a favor and you know how to handle a gun”.
John Wolfe was six feet two inches, his jet black hair reached his shoulders, and he was half native American half Caucasian. His muscles rippled under his skin tight black t-shirt and his tight jeans defined the muscles in his thighs and buttocks. John’s face was defined with high cheek bones, and a natural rough look. His brown eyes pierced right through his boss. John had just received a degree in criminal justice; he landed his first job at a Bail Bonds office in Colorado, which happened to be run by a sleazy jerk-off.
“Greg, my job description does not say anything about being a body guard; I retrieve people who skip court dates”. John said really not wanting to take this assignment.
“Well, business is kind of slow around here, this way I’ll have you out of my hair and not to mention you’re the only one in shape enough to keep up with this client”. Greg responded.
“What do you mean”? John asked liking this even less
“Well, my good buddy has a twenty year old daughter whose home for the summer. She’s a pistol”. A sick grin covered Greg’s face. “She’s being stalked by an ex boyfriend from college, he broke into her apartment on campus and they’ve even spotted him trying to break into their house here in town”.
“So, why can’t any of the other guys take care of this”? John asked with confusion. The other guys who worked at the office weren’t that out of shape, though all of them were in their late thirties, they still did their job accurately and skillfully.
“Well, you’ll have to stay with her twenty four hours a day, seven days a week. Her reputation isn’t that best, let’s just say she knows how to get her way, no matter what”. Greg responded. John really wasn’t too sure what that was supposed to mean. “Anyway, her parents own one of the larger ranches about forty five minutes from here. The girl’s name is Chloe, she’s an only child, her parents names are Trent and Clara Smith, Trent and I go back a long way, so don’t screw this up. I told them you’d be out there by seven tonight. So, I suggest you get home, pack, and be on your merry way”. Greg finished.
“Wait a minute, how long do I have to baby sit this girl”? John asked growing very irritated.
“Until the police get a hold of the ex boyfriend. He’s wanted for several things, here’s a file on him, along with the address and directions to the Smith Ranch, now I suggest you get a move on”. With that Greg handed John the file, then went back to doing whatever it is he does all day, which John assumed was most likely looking at porn on his computer and harassing his employees.
John walked out of the office, climbed into his jeep and headed for his apartment. He packed about a weeks worth of clothes, and necessities. He climbed back into the jeep and drove to the ranch. Forty five minutes later he was knocking on the door of a huge white house; it had at least three stories and a huge wrap around porch. It was obvious these people were loaded.
“Great”. John thought to himself. “This girl is going to be a spoiled brat”.
A very sweet looking lady opened the door; she was in her mid forties and had shoulder length blonde hair. She was very attractive for her age, and greeted John with a welcoming smile.
“Hi, you most be John. Thank you so much for coming. I’m Clara, Chloe’s mother, please come in”. Clara said.
John walked into the house; it was even nicer on the inside. They appeared to be standing inside a large family room that was eloquently furnished with expensive antique furniture. A man walked into the room where Clara and John were standing, he stood about the same height as John, he was a very attractive man, and he seemed to be about the same age as Clara. He was stern looking and well dressed, his hair was graying but flattered his style.
“Hello, you must be John, I’m Trent Smith”. Trent extended his hand and John accepted it. They exchanged a very a stern handshake, Trent’s expression did not change once. “Clara, why don’t you show him to the guest room and introduce him to Chloe”? Trent turned to John. “I’m warning you she’s been a handful about this whole situation. She is not very happy about it, but her safety means the world to us, so do whatever you feel needs to be done to keep her under your protection”. Trent said this with complete seriousness; John began to feel a little nervous about the situation he was getting himself into. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have some business I need to attend to”. Trent kissed his wife on the forehead and walked out the front door.
“Right this way John, Chloe should be in her room”. Clara led John up the stairs that took them to a hallway. They stopped at the first door on the right. “This is your room”. Clara said opening the door to a huge room, with a magnificent view of the Ranch. There was a double bed, night stand, chest of drawers, the room looked very expensive.
“Wow, this is a very nice room”. John commented, not really knowing what else to say.
“Thank you, I had the whole house professionally designed, oh and Chloe’s room is right next to yours”. Clara knocked on the door right next to John’s. There was no response, but the sound of bass from a stereo could be heard. “Chloe”? Clara said opening the door.
John’s first sight of Chloe was breathtaking. She was about five feet four inches, she had dark wavy chocolate color hair that stretched down her back, she had an oval shaped face and piercing green eyes, that could knock any guy off their feet. She was very slim and well gifted in the chest area. She was sitting at her desk typing on her lap top, not paying any attention to her mother’s call.
“Chloe”. Her mother yelled once again. Chloe finally turned to face them, but only to grace them with an eye roll and an impatient sigh. “Honey, come meet John, he’s going to be helping you out for a while”. Chloe continued to ignore her mother.
“What was with this girl”? John wondered to himself. “Why is her mother taking this crap from her, if she were my daughter…”. John didn’t continue the thought, he felt a stirring in his lower regions, and the tight jeans he tended to wear did not hide his feelings very well.
“God…this is going to be Hell”. John thought, as he went over and hit the off button on Chloe’s stereo.