Reaper Unleashed by Michelle Woods, Mary Bogart Crenshaw

wasn’t.
    Yeah right, her hoo-ha cackled as it clenched again when he reached down to grab a drawer on the other side of her, encasing her between him and the desk. She felt lightheaded and her eyes watched his hard hands moving inside the drawer. He withdrew an empty file setting it on the desk.
    “When they’re in the ledger, total them by week and then place them in a file like this one with the dates for that week recorded on it. Then file it.” His voice sent shivers down her spine and she felt the need to lean into him again.  “Are you even listening to me?” he demanded.
    Sarah shook her head slightly to clear the fog of need his closeness had created. She sat back in the chair before she glared at him and said in a clipped voice, “Yes, I input the invoices and then file them by week. I am not an idiot, Reaper.”
    “Great. Then get to work. I’ll be back in two hours. Be done by then or you don’t have a fucking job tomorrow,” he growled, his hand brushing a bit of hair back from her face.
    Sarah nodded curtly, pulling the ledger forward, trying to distract her body from the need she felt. She didn’t want to be attracted to the big jerk.
    “Good,” he rumbled and stormed from the room, slamming the door behind him. Sarah shot the door a bird wishing she’d had the nerve to shoot one at him.  Grabbing the first invoice, she got to work, hoping like hell she wouldn’t screw this up.

Chapter 9
     

    Sarah leaned back in the chair with a groan. Her back was killing her from leaning over the desk for the past three nights in a row. Reaper had kept her busy over the last two weeks. Every night she’d come in to find another huge stack of invoices to enter into the ledgers. He had also begun adding tasks to her. She now had to call in all the orders for the club and the tattoo parlor. The invoices alone where more than enough to keep her busy; they came from the club, the tattoo parlor and a restaurant that the club owned. When she wasn’t handling the ledgers or ordering supplies, he had her handling other office tasks.
    So far she only saw him when she came in for the night and just before she left. He would walk her out of the club to her car and stand watching her as she drove away. He was an enigma. He was constantly touching her when he was around.
    If he wasn’t brushing his hand down her spine, he was leaning forward to look over her shoulder or touching her hair, and those were just the minor touches. The not so minor touches disturbed her more. He’d rub her shoulders or brush his fingers across her lips, but then he’d disappear until it was time to go home. It was quite frankly starting to piss her off because it left her flustered and turned on for over an hour after he left.
    Sarah stared at the wall. Tonight she was going to ask him if she could get an advance on her paycheck because she was getting desperately low on funds. Since she’d taken Josh to the doctor over in Grandyville, she’d been saving most of what she had but she was at the end of the two weeks she’d paid for at the motel and if she didn’t pay for another by Friday, they would be living in her car until payday on Wednesday.
    She would have to use thirty of the credits on the motel and that only left her with five credits for food for an entire week. Maybe he would give her an advance because she was doing a good job. She looked at the clock on the wall and saw that he should be wandering in to walk her out soon. She would ask him then.
    Sammy was still worried about her working here but when she’d told her that Reaper didn’t allow her to be anywhere near any of the men who came to the strip club, including his gang, she was a bit less worried. She’d also taken to calling him Sarah’s Reaper ever since she’d confessed that he was making her insane with the desire he was stirring up inside her every night she worked. Sammy had thought it was hilarious. Sarah, on the other hand, didn’t find it at all