The Matchmaker's Replacement - Rachel Van Dyken Page 0,97
by a bee in said flowers!”
“You scared it!”
Lex smiled against my mouth. “Make love and war?”
“Always more interesting that way.”
“Let’s go in.” Ian smiled, leading us through the glass double doors. He snatched a few guest passes from the security booth in the lobby, and then we were riding the elevator.
To their offices.
“I can’t believe you did it,” Lex muttered. “I mean I can, but I can’t.”
“Yeah, well.” Ian shared a look with all of us. “You guys can thank the sister . . . She’s the one who said I needed to get my head out of my ass and stop feeling sorry for myself and be excited about the fact that my best friends had feelings for each other. It really does make the holidays so much easier.”
I rolled my eyes. Typical Ian.
Blake looped her arm through his and laughed as he kissed her on the nose. She was super tall so it looked cute, whereas if Lex tried to kiss my nose I’d have to either be on the countertop or in his arms.
Blake and Ian weren’t the perfect match either, but together, they made sense. Maybe not on paper, but in real life, there was no girl better suited for him.
And Lex? Well, Lex was the same way.
The elevators opened on the twelfth floor. A short hallway led into a large glass-encased lobby surrounded by lines of offices and then a set of cubicles in the middle.
“Wow.” Lex squeezed my hand, then let go and started walking around. “It’s perfect.”
“Both corner offices are ours for the taking,” Ian called out as Lex and I hurried down the hall toward the first corner office.
A leather couch was already inside, along with a random chair and a piece of paper on the floor.
“What do you think?” Lex asked without looking back at me.
“I think”—I nodded toward the couch—“that the brown couch has seen better days, but you may want to keep it.”
“What?” Lex turned around. “Why?”
“Memories.” I smirked, grabbing his hand and pulling him toward the couch, only stopping so that I could push him onto his back and straddle him. “It’s the very first couch in your very first office . . . the very first couch you’ll have sex on during the workday!”
“Gasp.” Lex laughed. “I must be a complete and total man slut.”
“Oh, you are. All the ladies think so, even that really old personal secretary you hired.”
“I’m lost.”
“Repeat after me: all of my secretaries will be old grandmas with charming smiles and ten grandchildren.”
Lex burst out laughing, then tugged my mouth against his in a searing kiss before letting me go. “Sunshine, I could have Victoria’s Secret supermodels working for me; hell, I’m pretty sure I was with one when—”
I glared.
“The point”—he kissed me again, smiling—“is they wouldn’t be you. And it’s always been you.”
“Promise?” My voice was husky as I trailed tiny kisses down his neck.
“Yup, now move a little to the left. You know what the manual says. I have an equal opportunity neck; I need love on both sides, you know?”
I smacked him.
He shook his head. “Page five specifically states that if you slap me during foreplay, at least one of five dirty words must follow.”
“I’m not calling your penis ‘womb raider.’”
“Killjoy.”
“I can’t believe you actually gave a manual to girls before bed.”
Lex tickled my sides and flipped me onto my back so that he was hovering over me. His gorgeous smile was illuminated by the light coming in from the windows behind him. “If you’re not gonna do it right, why waste my time?”
“Hopeless,” I fired back. “Good thing I never needed the manual.”
“Nope.” Lex shrugged. “Because you were always right. The perfect match.”
“Aw,” Ian said from the door. “You guys gonna break into songs from Disney? Because if you are, we can wait. Blake totally digs musicals.”
“Let them have their moment!” Blake slugged Ian in the stomach.
He coughed out a curse and glared. “Must you be an athlete?”
“I’ve been lifting,” she said proudly.
“No shit.” He coughed again. “Lay off the roids.”
She raised her arm again.
“Kidding! Geez!” He was still twice her size, but she was a strong girl, which Ian needed. “Alright, you lovebirds ready to go?”
“Nope.” Lex tugged my body tighter against his. “Why talk when we can make out? Don’t you have an office to go to?”
Ian frowned. “Yeah, but it’s daylight.”
We all fell silent.
“Right.” Ian chuckled. “Right, Blake.” He led her away from the office. “Have I ever told you that very