Reaper Unleashed by Michelle Woods, Mary Bogart Crenshaw Page A

her just outside the door of the club, grabbing her shoulder to stop her. Sarah turned with tears in her eyes. He felt a sense of protectiveness rise up inside him, which startled him. He never felt protective unless it was for Burner or one of his men and never in regards to a woman.
    “Can you do accounting?” he growled roughly, uncomfortable with the feelings she invoked inside him.
    Sarah looked at him for a long moment before she softly asked, “What?”
    “I need someone to do the bookkeeping. I hate doing them. They take for fucking ever and I don’t want to deal with it. I won’t let you work here as a waitress, but if you can do the books I’d pay you,” he told her, seeing her hesitate for a long moment and he wondered if she’d refuse his offer.
    “How much a week?” she asked, still looking unsure, and he thought about what he’d normally pay and doubled it because he didn’t want her to refuse.
    “Six hundred credits a week,” he told her and watched her mouth hang open for a second. He also questioned his sanity; that was a hell of a lot of credits to pay for a chance to get into her pussy. He’d never paid for pussy, but that was basically what he was doing. The books were just an excuse to keep her around so that he could fuck her and that was more fucked up than he wanted to think about.
    “Okay,” she choked out, her eyes wide.
    “Fine, you start tomorrow night. Be here at seven.”
    She nodded and then turned, heading to her car. “Sarah,” he called after her, watching as she turned to face him. “Don’t be early. And wear something not so…conservative. I want you in something sexy so you will stick out less. Understood?” His knew that the dark look he was giving her was the reason she looked like a deer in headlights but he couldn’t tone it down.
    “Yeah, I got it,” she muttered before opening her car door.
    “Do not be early. I want you here at seven, not six forty.”
    She glanced back at him, her face twisted into a glower. “I heard you the first time, Reaper. I’m not an idiot. I don’t know why it matters if I’m early or not. Seems to be a bit of micromanagement if you ask me, but whatever!”
    “I don’t want you here before I am, so just don’t fucking be here before then if you want the damned job. Now, get the fuck out of here.” Reaper turned away and headed towards the doors and if he stopped to bum a cigar off Rebel, it wasn’t because he was waiting for her car to leave safely before he went back inside. It wasn’t.

Chapter 8
     

    Sarah drove back to the motel with a tight feeling in the pit of her stomach. What the hell had she just done? She’d agreed to do the books. She must be insane. She had a problem with mixing up her numbers. She could already feel the sense of doom looming over her; this was going to be a nightmare. Why the hell had she agreed to do that? But she knew why. It was the credits. Six hundred a week, holy shit that was a lot. She’d be able to afford to get a better place for her and Josh to stay and pay for daycare. Of course, that all depended on her being able to hide the fact that she wasn’t able to keep the numbers straight sometimes.
    It had been a while since she’d worked with numbers and it hadn’t been that bad. Maybe if she was really careful and double-checked everything she’d be able to keep them straight. If not, at least she could save a little bit of the credits so that she’d have time to look for another job. After all, in a few weeks some of the employers that the man from the diner had told she was a bad bet would have forgotten and she’d be able to find another job. Or maybe Reaper would help her with it since his club was the cause of her troubles. She snorted at that thought. No, that wouldn’t happen, but maybe someone with the club would be willing to help her.
    She pulled into the parking lot at the motel, her mind still racing over her agreement to work for him as an accountant. She got