Renee found herself in a diner at six o’clock feeling like the entire world was against her. She grabbed the menu and started to read through it. No one had given her a call back, and in a small town, that was like the kiss of death. She dropped the menu and then placed her head on top of her crossed arms.

Everything she had done today was useless. All of it was a pain in the ass, and that just made her want to cry. She had always been able to get a job. Coming back was about getting her life back on track, but if no one would hire her, she was doomed.

Weasel sat down beside her after using the restroom and was silent as she had her little tantrum inside her head.

“Can anyone join this issue you’ve got going on, or are you going to have a pity party all to yourself?”

She sat back and glared at him. “No one called back.”

“So? They had a busy day?”

“Or I’ve been blacklisted.”

“Babe, you’re not the only one looking for a job, and with all due respect, you left town. To some people that could present a problem.”

“Why?”

“They want someone who is going to stick around. Not just get up and leave.”

“I was asked that, and I told them I was here to stay.” She felt so fed up with everyone and everything.

“And they probably didn’t believe you. It’s going to take a lot more than you just saying that to make them believe it. You left with a quite a reputation behind you.” Weasel stopped as a woman approached and filled their coffees.

“Thank you,” Renee said.

The waitress said nothing and left.

“I really am a loser,” she said on an exhale.

“People know what you did. How you treated Vengeance. The Soldiers, we contribute to the town and keep it alive. They don’t want to be seen as giving you an easy time.”

“Of course not.” She should have known. Loyalty to the Soldiers of Wrath was for life, and she had abused that trust.

“You know with this newfound freedom, you could do something with a hobby to pass the time.”

“Newfound freedom?”

“You’ve not got a job to go to.”

“That’s not freedom. That’s being unemployed, and in order to do a hobby, you need money. To have money, I need a job, and now you’re making me sound like a bitch, and I don’t want to.” She groaned and once again dropped her head onto her arms. “I’m a loser.”

“You’re not a loser.”

She stared up at him with what she hoped was a pitiful look on her face. “Look at me, Weasel. I probably can’t afford this cup of coffee.”

“Lucky for you, I can, and I’ll even feed you as well.” He shoved the menu at her. “Look, and then we can talk about what you can do.”

She took the menu from him and began to look over it. Giant juicy burgers would offer two things—it would feed her and also give her comfort. She was chasing comfort right now. The waitress came back over, and she placed her order. While Weasel was giving his, she took a sip of the bitter coffee. She wouldn’t complain. She really wanted a nice cup of coffee.

Weasel sat back, and he stared at her. He kept on staring at her, and she looked around to see if someone else was watching her.

“You’re freaking me out,” she said.

“I want to try something with you.”

“O-okay?” She frowned. Weasel was the only club brother she had ever had a crush on throughout her life. He’d been the one that she had compared all other men to. In fact, it was after seeing Weasel with a woman, literally fucking another woman, that had sent her to Jake, and thus, sent her out of town. But she’d never tell anyone that.

She had been so jealous of that woman. But she couldn’t fault Weasel for being with a woman. Hell, Renee had never told him how she felt, never even acted like she liked him as a person. Not really. It had been years ago, and Renee had always kept Weasel at arms’ length.

“I have a house, and I don’t always spend my time at the clubhouse. I could use a housekeeper, someone I trust. I will pay you to keep my house clean, and if my memory serves me correctly, you’re one hell of a cook. You do those and your room and board are covered, and I’ll pay you a weekly salary.”

“You want me to cook and clean for you?”

“That’s the offer.”

Renee sat back and stared at him. “Are you joking right now?”

“I never joke about money, and that is what we’re talking about.”

“I’m doing everything an old lady will be doing?”

“No, you’re not,” Weasel said. He took a sip of his coffee, and she watched as his neck moved as he swallowed. Why did that seem really erotic?

“What does an old lady do that I’m not going to do then?” she asked.

“Fuck me.”

Her pussy went slick at the thought of Weasel between her thighs, thrusting his cock deep inside her. She pressed her thighs together and leaned forward, needing to distract herself. “I forgot how crass you could be.”

“I’m not crass. Just saying like it is. An old lady takes care of the house and her man. I’m asking you to take care of my house and put some food on my table. I’ll even let you eat with me,” he said with a wink. “Of course, if you want to fuck me, that will be up to you.”

Damn it. She was so tempted to take him up on that offer. To rid her mind of the constant fantasies that he had given her over the years. It wasn’t even his fault. It was all hers.

“I can move out of Vengeance’s place?”

“He cramping your style already?” he asked.

“No. I don’t want to cramp his and Constance’s. I’ve already given him a great deal of unhappiness. I don’t want to do it again.”

“I can see that. So, what’s your answer?” Weasel asked.

The waitress came back with their food. The moment she was gone, Renee agreed. She would do anything to earn a living, even work for the man she had wanted all her life but could never have.