Free The Fix Up (First Impressions #1) by Tawna Fenske

creepy cool.” He nodded down at her feet. “You can take those off if you want. We’re almost there, and shoes aren’t required in my apartment.”
    “And you have pajamas waiting for me.”
    “Yep.”
    She toed off her shoes and bent down to pick them up. The elevator came to a stop and she straightened as the doors swished open.
    “Ladies first,” Ben said, gesturing to the opening.
    Holly stepped through, feeling Ben close behind her and enjoying it a lot more than she ought to. The floors were white marble and felt cool under her bare feet. The walls were a lush gold brocade that she kinda wanted to reach out and touch. There was an elaborate fountain in one corner, and a front door that looked like it cost more than her whole house.
    It was all very beautiful, but none of it looked like Ben.
    “Gaudy, isn’t it?”
    Holly looked back at him. “What?”
    “The penthouse. My friend, Parker, calls it the millionaire mausoleum.”
    “Parker has a point.”
    “It’s one of the perks of this CEO gig, so I guess I can’t complain.” He stepped past her to shove a key card into the slot beside a massive mahogany door. “If nothing else, it’s convenient having a place in the same building as my office.”
    “I imagine so, if you’re a workaholic.”
    “Guilty as charged.”
    “Me, too,” she admitted. “But I love my job, so I’m not complaining.”
    “Same here.” Ben frowned. “At least I did. I haven’t done the CEO thing long enough to fall in love.”
    “You will,” she said encouragingly, hoping it was true.
    He shrugged, then shoved the door open. He flicked a light switch, bathing the entry in a pool of warm light. He turned to Holly and smiled. “There’s another CEO perk besides the apartment.”
    “What’s that?”
    “An administrative assistant who hates social functions almost as much as I do, and who was more than happy to slip out on a quest to purchase a tasteful variety of women’s loungewear in your size.”
    Holly stared at him, not sure whether to be more impressed by his foresight or by the massive slate foyer he’d revealed by pushing open his front door. “Wow.” She stepped through the entry, resisting the urge to touch a marble statue or the textured wallpaper or Ben’s abs. She settled for keeping her hands to herself. “Impressive.”
    The compliment applied to the game plan, the apartment, and the abs, though she was pretty sure Ben didn’t take it that way.
    “Thanks,” he said. “None of it’s really mine. It comes with the job, but it’s not really me, you know?”
    Oddly enough, Holly was pretty sure she did know. This place didn’t look like Ben, but she checked it out anyway as she padded barefoot to the edge of a cream-colored plush carpet that seemed to extend for miles. She peered into the room, noticing there wasn’t a speck of furniture anywhere. Just a massive television the size of a small car.
    “Here’s the downside,” he said, stepping up behind her. “None of the furniture I ordered has been delivered yet, so we’re going to have to make do without it. Are you okay sitting on the floor?”
    “Do you have bedding?”
    He cocked an eyebrow at her. “Are you proposing a slumber party?”
    She laughed and tried to ignore the flush spreading through her body at the thought of getting into bed with him. Crap, maybe this wasn’t such a great idea.
    “I just meant we could make a cozy nest of blankets and pillows on the floor,” she said. “Seems like the perfect way to watch a movie.”
    “Deal,” he said. “You get your PJs. I’ll get the popcorn going. We can make the blanket fort together.”
    “You really do think of everything, huh?”
    “I try,” he said with a grin. “Carol said she’d leave the shopping bags in the powder room over there. Pick whatever you like and join me in the living room when you’re ready.”
    Holly moved past him, not sure how she felt about a guy planning everything about what she’d wear