Page 39 of Enticing the Fixer

“I’m not a pussy.”

“I didn’t say you were, but there’s no need for all the dramatics.” I give them all an evil eye. “We had sex. I wasn’t a virgin. And I don’t need everyone to grab a shotgun and put it to his head. And I don’t need your best friend and….” I eye Leo’s brother up and down. “And the ex-Navy SEAL to save your virtue either.”

The guys unfreeze and start to chat as the tension in the room eases. The crowd around us returns to their previous activities.

“Don’t get any ideas,” he grumbles under his breath.

“He looks like you.” I tilt my head. “Only he’s….” I wrinkle my nose. “Way too young. How old is he?”

“Too young for you. I’m two minutes older than him.” He grabs my hand and steps closer to me. “Can we talk?”

The musk of his cologne floods my nose on its way to my heart. Damn it. I can’t do this. He lied to me. He pretended to be someone he wasn’t.

He bites his bottom lip. “Please.” Those eyes never leave mine, making me weak in the knees, and my resolve disappears.

“Fine.” I step back and dislodge my hand from his. If I let him get close, we’ll end up all over each other and never resolve anything. Because my body doesn’t give a shit what he’s done. It wants him to do dirty things and provide endless orgasms.

Sean hands me the key, tipping his chin upward and mean mugging Leo. “Take him upstairs. That way, we know where you are. And that way he knows if anything happens to you, we’re here to take care of it. You do know who my father is, right? Ex Vice President of the Raging Guardian’s MC?”

Leo’s jaw flexes. “I’m not going to kill her. Well, not in the traditional way with a gun and bullets. Or knives. Or poison. Maybe by–”

“Don’t.” I grab his hand. I’m not falling for this again. My panties are on my ass, and they’re staying there.

“Leo, everything okay?” His brother blocks our path.

“She’s not going to kill me, either.” He cocks his head to the side. “Right?” His eyes bore into mine, and my panties disintegrate. Perfect. I lasted a whole two seconds.

“No, I’m not going to kill him.”

“Okay. I’m taking you at your word.” He steps out of the way.

These people and their meddling make me look stupid. He flips his hand over inside of mine and entwines our fingers together. Having our palms pressed together feels good. Comforting. And stupidly right.

I tug my hand away and shove the door open. It swings under my force and bounces against the wall.

“Why do you have to fight everything?” he growls as the door shuts behind us.

“Because you’re working for me under false pretenses.”

“Which I told you about less than three hours after I started working for you.”

I glare at him out of the corner of my eye. “Fine.”

One of the wait staff brushes past us, carrying a platter of food. The French fries are loaded with cheese, crumbled hamburger, salsa, and sour cream. My mouth floods with saliva as my stomach growls.When did I last eat?

I jerk my attention away from the food. “Did you say something?”

“Are you hungry?”

God, he didn’t say anything.It was my stomach grumbling. “Yes, I’m starving.”

He marches over to the kitchen, gets someone’s attention, throws on the charm, and seconds later, he returns with a platter filled with appetizers. “For you.”

I can’t stop the smile from curving up to my cheeks. “Who’s missing their food?”

He shrugs. “I don’t know. I put it on August’s tab, and they’re making another appetizer platter for whoever this belonged to.” His eyes twinkle. “August is also paying for the previous appetizer owner. And ten to one, the waiting people are trashed and won’t even realize it took longer.”

I cross my arms over my chest. “Do you have an issue with fixing things?”

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