Page 40 of Enticing the Fixer

“I’m not sure if I should answer that.”

“Hypothetically, if my car broke down. Would you fix it?”

His eyes narrow. “Yes, if I can’t figure it out, I have a friend who is a mechanic.”

Interesting.“If we were in bed and I was thirsty, would you get up and get me a glass of water?”

“Is that hypothetical or real?”

“For now, hypothetical.” Adrenaline buzzes throughout my body. It’s stupid, but I like him. A lot. And it’s not just the sex. Although, I’m not stupid. The sex is phenomenal.

“Yes, I would get out of bed and get you a glass of water.”

The waitress returns and glares at us as we stand in the middle of the kitchen. “Sorry.” I take a step toward the stairs, so the staff has more room to work, but I think her problem is more that she’d like Leo to get her a glass of water, and I don’t think that’s a good idea.

“So, let’s get this straight. I was angry, so you offered a night of mind-blowing sex.”

“Yes.” He nods. “Heavy on the mind-blowing.”

“And you uncovered someone is stealing for me and came to tell me because you don’t consider me a suspect.”

August, his bartender friend stops behind us. “Everything okay.”

“Yes, everything is good,” Leo says without turning to acknowledge him. August nods and returns to the bar.

“That’s true, I don’t suspect you’re stealing money from your own company.” His eyes are sincere as he continues to ignore everyone but me. “I don’t think you’re responsible, and I intend to find out who’s behind it.”

God, he’s kind of swoony. I bite my bottom lip and get a little weak in the knees. “And when I was stressed about the board meeting, you took it upon yourself to relax me.”

“Very resourcefully, I might add.” His eyebrows arch to go along with his sexy smirk, and the waitress walks past again. Her eyes travel over me like she’s trying to figure out what I have that she doesn’t.

Lady, I have no idea, but I’m not giving you the chance to steal him.

“And you’re feeding me when I’m hungry and will fix my car if it’s broken.”

“Yes, to all of the above.”

“What if I want something ridiculously unnecessary?”

“I’ll buy you anything you want. All you have to do is ask.” He’s full of shit, but I can’t deny the appeal.

I cross my arms over my chest. “Is this specific to me, or would you do all of the above for that waitress who keeps giving me the stink eye for standing here talking to you?”

He waggles his eyebrows. “What waitress?”

“Good answer.”

“But in all honesty, I tend to help people I care about.”

My heart skips a beat. He’s so good at this. I tip my head toward the door. “Follow me upstairs so we can talk.”

“Yes, Ma’am. Talking only.”

“You don’t have to be that compliant.”

He shifts the weight of the platter he’s holding and grabs my chin between his thumb and index finger. “All you need to do is look stressed or whimper with need, and I’ll fix it.”

I close my eyes and groan. This has mistake written all over it, but there’s no way I’m not going to.

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