The Reaper Incarnate (Reaped, #0.5)

by C.A. Rene

“He seriously fucking invited you?” he demands as if I’m lying, causing me to take a small step back in surprise. I regain my ground and take a step almost against him, my pussy pulsing as his scent hits my nose and my chest brushes against his firm body. “Where’s Santos? Why do you care?” I ask, his eyes boring into mine with hate. “He’s in the back room. I told that fucker not to invite you,” he spits, confusion and annoyance washing through me. I want to punch him in the face, but then I’ll feel obligated to kiss it better. Not today, motherfucker. I cross my arms, causing my chest to pop out and draw his attention. “What’s the big deal? I’m working, so…” “So you’re just here to make a quick buck? Or are you here to suss me out some more?” He demands, towering over me until my back is pressed against the door. Fuck, he’s onto me. “Zander, I’m not here to be a bother to you. Santos invited me, so I said I’d show up. That’s it. Why would I need to suss you out?” I laugh lightly, kicking myself for putting myself in the spotlight so much. He is getting suspicious. “You don’t think I know what you’re doing? Worming your way into my rich dad’s pocket like you are? You trying to get to know me so you can try some of that step-mommy bullshit with me?” He argues, but his hands absently hang by my side, his fingers lightly brushing against the thin fabric of my dress. My heart rate spikes as his eyes darken, but he gets hold of himself as I clear my throat and push him back a st...