Reaper Unleashed by Michelle Woods, Mary Bogart Crenshaw

standing immovable in front of the only exit, she wasn’t sure what the hell to do. Her hands shook and she watched him like he was a lion waiting to pounce on her.
    “Really,” he clipped out, crossing his arms across his thickly-muscled chest. “I am quite sure that I told you to get the fuck out of my club. So the question is why are you still here?”
    “Umm…your bartender looked like he needed help?” she asked softly, her body shaking as he stood to his full height and his eyes pierced her with a cold stare.
    “I don’t think so. I don’t know what the fuck made you think you could just start working here without being asked.” He took a threatening step forward, his hands taking her arms and shaking her. “You are not the type we allow to work here. You’re dressed like a damned schoolteacher and this is a fucking biker bar! The men here are not nice and you can’t handle them. So you need to get it through that hard head of yours that it’s not safe for you here. There are women who do okay in this place, but you are not one of them .” His tirade stopped and he still held her arms but he’d stopped shaking her.
    Sarah was glad because it had been making her a little dizzy. His hands were hard on her arms and she was sure there’d be red marks where his fingers were. She was also pissed that the man acted like just because she’d dressed this way he knew her. She wasn’t a timid mouse and she wasn’t going to allow him to treat her like one.
    “You don’t know me! For all you know I could be a fucking hooker!” she screeched at him, jerking on her arms to get him to release her.
    “You are no hooker, baby. I could tell that five seconds into the lame as fuck strip tease you gave me,” he roared back, releasing her from his hold so that he didn’t hurt her.
    Sarah felt her cheeks flush at that rude assessment. What an asshole! She wanted to scream at him to go to hell but that would just be childish. She needed to stop acting like an adolescent acting out and more like an adult seeking a job. She took a step back and rubbed her arms where his hands had been before she spoke.
    “Okay, so maybe me sticking around to wait on tables wouldn’t have happened if you’d just given me a chance and let me try. I hate when people think they can decide my life for me. It makes me angry and then I do stupid stuff. I need this job, Reaper. I can’t get another one because someone from your club ran around town telling everyone I was a shitty employee. I can’t even work for that laundry across the street because of the stupid asshat. I just want a chance.” She looked up at him, her amber eyes pleading.
    “Look, Sarah, it sucks that you can’t find a job, but I am not hiring you to be a fucking waitress here. It’s just not fucking happening.” Reaper could feel anger boiling inside of him at the thought of her anywhere near the men in this place. He wasn’t going to have her sweetness corrupted by his club. He watched her close her eyes before she finally looked at him with a cold fire burning in their depths.
    “Fine. I’m keeping the tips I made tonight though, I earned them,” she said before she walked around him and headed out his door. He stood staring at the wall for a long moment as she walked away and knew that he couldn’t leave it that way with her. Not when his dick was throbbing in his pants and he wanted her so bad his back teeth ached.
    He groaned, telling his thickened cock that it should just forget it. Only it wasn’t going to and he wished that wasn’t the case, because he knew when he walked away it would likely break her. He wasn’t a good man. He was a biker who owned a fucking strip club and fucked around on a regular basis and she was way too good for him. He told himself this as he tried to talk his cock into letting her leave, but it wasn’t listening.
    He sighed, running a hand through his hair, and then he was out the door headed after her. He caught up to