Page 109 of Reaper

“Good luck and thank you.” Twitch taps my shoulder as he walks by.

I step into the room and look around. There are parts lying all over the place with papers scattered around. I can already feel the impending headache coming on.

“You so owe me for this.” I start rubbing my temples.

“I’ll pay you in sexual favors.” Harrison winks.

“Is it really payment though when you get just as much out of it as I do?”

He pulls me into him, his hands going to my ass and squeezing as he kisses me. “Touché. Will you be good in here on your own?”

“I’m good.” Standing up on my tiptoes, I kiss him one more time before pulling out of his hold.

As Harrison walks past me, he slaps my ass, making me yelp. I turn back toward the office and sigh. This is going to take me weeks to organize.

I have no idea how long I’ve been working, but the next thing I know, my back is hurting and I swear I can’t smell anything over the mustiness of the papers that have possibly been in here longer than I’ve been alive. This place is a wreck.

Or at least it was before I took a hammer at it and started fixing it up. It’s starting to look decent now.

I grunt as I drag a bag of trash and place it next to the door. Standing straight, I groan as I look around the room. You can’t even tell that I’ve done much despite filling two bags of trash. I swear these men don’t know what an office is and thinks this is just a junk room.

I look over at the couch and cringe. I’ve placed all the parts I’ve found so far on it and in front of it. Some of them in boxes and some loose. I don’t know if they are broken or what but I figured it was best to save them all and let the guys go through them.

“Hey, how’s it going in here?”

I look over my shoulder and watch Harrison step into the room.

“I think it’s going?”

His lips quirk. “Are you asking or telling me?”

“Telling,” I say as he leans down and kisses me. “How’s everything out there?”

“I got a couple of oil changes and tire rotations out of the way for the guys.”

“So productive.”

“Very.” He nods. “Do you need anything in here?”

“I was going to see if one of you guys would take that trash out for me.” I point to the two bags full. “And then someone needs to go through those parts and decide if they are keep or trash. Unfortunately though, I haven’t had a chance to go through all the paperwork yet. So there’s probably more trash in there as well.”

“You don’t have to do it all in one day. I’ll send someone in here to handle the parts. Now how would you feel about heading out of here and going to grab some food across the street at the diner?”

Right when he mentions food, my stomach rumbles. I place my hand on my stomach and blush. “Food would be good.”

Reaper winks. “Worked up an appetite, huh?”

I roll my eyes as I push his shoulder. “Go take that trash out so we can go eat. I’m going to wash up.”

He leans down and kisses me. “Be right back.”

I can’t help but watch him as he picks up both bags with ease and walk away. His forearms are hardly strained from the weight of garbage and his ass is something to be jealous of in those jeans.

Can you really be jealous of what’s yours?

I shake my head as I head into the restroom to wash up. That man drives me crazy but I wouldn’t change him for the world.

twenty-three

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