Page 3 of The Fix Up

“Gotta commit to the role, right?”

“Right,” he murmured, staring down into those slate-speckled eyes. “We certainly do.”

“I suppose we could throw in a little something extra if you really want her to buy it.”

“Like what?”

Her lips parted slightly, almost like she was braced for a kiss. Or was that his imagination? It seemed hot in here, and he was getting dizzy, and now all he could think about was claiming those perfect lips.

“I’m sure you’ll come up with something,” she murmured.

Her mouth looked so soft, so inviting, and he could have sworn her lashes fluttered low the way they might if she were waiting for him to make a move. Abigmove.

He knew what he needed to do. What hewantedto do.

And with that, he bent and kissed her.

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Holy mother of hard-ons.

Okay, Holly couldn’t actually detect a hard-on, but she was feeling every other inch of this luscious man with the enormous hands and the sexy-geek vibe and the magical mouth that was kissing her silly in the middle of the damn furniture store.

Had she started it, or had he? Did it matter?

“Ahem.”

She pulled back, dizzy and breathless. She turned to see the saleswoman standing a few feet away with her arms crossed and an expression that suggested Holly was close to getting kicked out of the store. Fine by her. This place gave her the creeps. Everything was ridiculously expensive and high-polished. Furniture aside, what kind of store let its employees blatantly hit on customers who were either too polite or too clueless to beat them away with a stick?

Can’t say I blame her, Holly mused, looking up at the towering figure beside her, whose tortoiseshell glasses brought out the amber flecks in his brown eyes. His shoulders were broad and muscular beneath a dress shirt that looked expensive, outdated, and in need of some serious ironing.

Who the hell is this guy?

Holly tucked her hair behind her ear and smiled at the saleswoman. “Sorry about that. Credenzas get me hot.”

Her fake husband nodded. “I think I’ll take one for my office. Well, one for my office at the Langley headquarters, and one for my home office. So that would be two.” He cleared his throat and glanced at Holly. “Two credenzas.”

“You said you own Langley Enterprises?” the saleswoman asked, and Holly blinked in surprise. Magic Hands here owned the largest manufacturing firm in the country?

“No, not the owner,” he said. “I’m the new CEO. I’ve been on the engineering side of things for the last decade, but my father’s looking to step away from domestic management and into international relations, and anyway—” He shrugged. “Here I am.”

“Here you are,” the saleswoman agreed, looking decidedly less pleased about that than she had before Holly stepped in. “With orders to fill up a whole penthouse and an office. Here, I brought you a few catalogs with some of the newest items that aren’t on our sales floor yet.”

She thrust the glossy pages at them, and the guy reached out to take them with a nod. “Thanks. I’ll take a look.”

“Wonderful,” the saleswoman said. “I’ll leave you two alone to browse. If you need anything, I’ll be right over there.”

“Thank you,” Holly said. “It’s been a pleasure.”

“Likewise.”

The saleswoman turned and flounced away, leaving Holly alone with the guy whose handprints were probably still on her butt. She turned to look at him and saw his warm brown eyes studying her with an odd mix of curiosity and intrigue.

“Thanks again,” he said, holding up the catalogs. “This is how I’d prefer to shop anyway. This, or online.”

“Not one for the in-person contact?”

He gave a funny snort and shook his head. “As my father would be the first to tell you, I’d sooner gnaw off my own foot than deal with people.”

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