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β Enemies to Lovers
π Best Friends to Lovers
π€« Hidden Identity
πͺ K!ller x Cleaner
EXCERPT:
βYou know, youβre going to have to pay double the normal amount. I was just about to fall asleep. Canβt you keep your cleanups during work hours?β
βI apologize. Next time, I will wait until your business is open,β I reply, unable to stop the soft chuckle that escapes me. I have felt annoyed all night, yet one remark, one look at her and it dissolves into amusement. All of my boredom is gone, replaced by anticipation for what this woman will do next.
She picks her way through the room and stops in front of me. She slams one hand into the arm of the chair I sit on as she leans closer. I can smell the sweet perfume wafting from her, and my eyes widen as she gets so close, my heart skips a beat. βAnd youβre going to tip for being a smug, annoying jerk,β she orders before straightening and looking around, completely oblivious to the effect she has on me. I slide my hand across my chest while she isnβt looking, trying to stop the way my heart races inside my body. βWhat did you do? Go all Chainsaw Massacre on him?β
βA shard from a vase,β I answer absentmindedly as I frown. My stupid organ wonβt quit pounding.
βMakes sense. Artillery hits are the worst,β she grumbles as she rips her bag open, suiting up while talking. I should leave, but I donβt want to.
I genuinely have no idea what she will do or say next, and itβs refreshing. When sheβs done, she runs her eyes across me in a clinical assessment, but that one look has my d*ck hardening and desire pounding through me. βYouβll need to remove your shirt. Itβs stained. Hell, maybe even your pants. Get your man to find you other clothes and strip. Iβll get rid of it all with the body.β
βItβs fine. Iβve had worseβ ββ
βI wasnβt asking,β she retorts as she rolls out a bag. βYou asked for me to be here, so youβll do as I say. Remove your clothes.β When I just stare, she rolls her eyes. βNo need to be shy. Iβve seen better. Donβt worry, Your Highness.β
βDoubtful.β I smirk, but I stand and reach for the buttons on my shirt. βIf you wanted to see me n*ked, all you had to do was ask, Stevie.β
Her eyes narrow, but she doesnβt look away. Most would, or at least feel embarrassed about watching, but not her. She waits with an eyebrow arched, as if daring me to prove my boastful words. I slow down, unfastening each button with purpose. Ink crawls across my skin like a story, and her eyes sweep across it as I untuck my shirt and slowly pull it off my shoulders, making sure my muscles clench, then I drop it on the floor and reach for my pants. I unbuckle them unhurriedly. She continues to observe with an unimpressed expression on her face, but I see the flame of interest in her eyes, and it makes me work faster. I push down my pants and step out, now only wearing my tight black boxers. I cross my arms, knowing it makes them bulge, as her eyes drag up to my face, making my lips twitch.
βFinished looking, or should I take my boxers off as well?β
I expect her to grow shy, but she props her chin on her fist as she crouches over the man I just killed. βGo ahead. I might as well enjoy the show youβre putting on.β
Blurb:
My name is Stevie, and I clean up the dead for a living.
It isnβt as gross as it sounds. I get some kick-ass outfits, and my boss doesnβt mind when I listen to music while I work. I also meet the most interesting people, like serial killers, scorned housewives… oh, and a tech obsessed stalker and a mob boss.
When they both decide Iβm theirs, all I can do is go along for the ride.
Cleaning up bodies is easy, but love? Well, thatβs much harder.
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