Page 1 of Down & Dirty: Reaper
Chapter One
With his chair tilted back, his ankles crossed, his baseball cap pulled low, and his boots propped up on the desk, Reaper studied the back of his eyelids.
A noise nearby had him dropping his boots to the floor, jackknifing upright, and glancing toward the door. He wasn’t surprised at who he saw. But then, she always tried to sneak up on him.
She also always failed.
It had turned into a game between them. One they both liked to play.
She took a couple of steps into the room. “Need a nap?”
One side of his mouth hiked up. “Was getting one ’til you interrupted me.”
“Your boss doesn’t mind you sleeping on the job?”
“Don’t know. Let’s ask her.”
“Don’t need to ask her. You know the answer.”
Reaper chuckled under his breath and took his time letting his gaze slide over Violet Dougherty.
Her long, dark brown hair was tightly pulled back into her normal, no-nonsense ponytail. He’d never seen it loose yet. Though, truth be told, he had that on his to-do list.
His eyes continued on their path. Over the snug, white racerback tank that clung to her tits and showed off her toned arms, black denim leggings with rips at the knees that hugged her curvy, but still slender, hips, and ended with her black shit stompers. Some men might think what she was wearing wasn’t sexy, but Reaper would disagree.
Anything would look good on Vi.
Well, maybe not a baggy, green muumuu and a pair of purple Crocs.
When his eyes returned back to her face, she asked, “Are you done?”
“Not ’til you turn around and let me check out the rear.”
“If you weren’t aware, that’s sexual harassment and against our employment policy.”
“Guess I’ll report myself to HR, then.” Of course, In the Shadows Security had no HR.
Vi lifted a single dark eyebrow. “You didn’t read the employee handbook?”
“The stained copy that’s in the shitter?” In the Shadows Security also had no employee handbook.
“Great reading material for when you’re taking a dump.”
“Prefer Hustler.”
“I’m sure you do.”
He unfolded himself from the chair. “What’s up, boss?”
“I have something for you.”
“You certainly do.”
“You want to come to my office?”
“Is that code for…?”
Her dark brown eyes flickered with half amusement and half heat. “It’s code for: I’m not asking you to come to my office, I’m ordering you to.”
