AUDITED BY A MONSTER-sounds awful, right?

I knew I shouldn't have opened my door, but when a seven-foot descendant of a death god comes calling, you answer. Especially if this Anubis is from the government, but I don't have anything to hide from the IRS. Right? Right?! Turns out, my mom-a.k.a. my business accountant-does. Now, every time I turn around, he's there. Assessing. Advising. Arousing me until I can't think straight. But I don't need a stranger to fix my problems. I'm doing just fine on my own, and I swear the only thing crumbling in my life is the topping on my amazing fruit cobblers. Will I let Ahnou past the defenses I've built around my heart, or is my fall about to get taxing?