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

or how she’d spend her evening. Part of her wanted to be annoyed. Wasn’t her controlling ex’s behavior the sticking point in their relationship?
    But part of her found it kind of hot for a guy to take charge every now and then. Besides, it wasn’t like he was ordering her around. She knew without a doubt that if she’d declined the dress or the pajamas or the movie night, he would have backed down immediately. This take-charge side of Ben was what he’d hired her to help him tap into, right?
    She slipped into the powder room he’d pointed to, amused by the notion that anyone could call it a “powder room.” It was the size of her living room, complete with a sitting area and massive granite counter lined with two ornate copper sinks. Behind her was a row of shopping bags lined up on a velvet-cushioned bench. She peeked into the first and found several pairs of fuzzy pajama bottoms in various sizes and colors. The next bag held a few pairs of Lululemon yoga pants and some cute tops with built-in shelf bras.
    He really did think of everything , she mused as she peeled off her dress and unhooked her bra, grateful to be free of the constricting garment. Of course, she doubted Ben had really been the one to think of the importance of getting rid of an underwire at the end of the day. More likely it had been his secretary who came up with the idea, but still. Just knowing he had a hand in helping her free the girls was enough to leave her feeling downright grateful.
    She chose a pair of pale gray, rabbit-soft pajama bottoms that turned out to be cashmere, and a yellow cami top with a lined shelf bra that promised enough support to keep her decent in mixed company, but enough softness to let her breathe easy. A drapey lavender cardigan and a pair of fuzzy blue slippers completed the ensemble, and she padded back out into the living room feeling more comfortable than she’d felt in a long time.
    Of course, she was still working, wasn’t she? This was a job, after all. The lines were getting as fuzzy as the slippers on her feet. She’d certainly never had a job like this one, but she’d also never had a client like Ben.
    Ben.
    He was crouched on the living room floor fiddling with the television, so he didn’t see her come in. Behind him was a massive nest of blankets and two giant bowls of popcorn.
    “Wow, you take movie night pretty seriously.”
    He looked up and grinned at her. “My dad has BALSAC, I have WoHaReHa.”
    “WoHaReHa? That sounds like a medical condition.”
    He laughed. “WoHaReHa—another acronym. Work Hard, Relax Harder.”
    “I didn’t know you could relax hard.”
    “You can do anything hard if you put your mind to it.” He grimaced. “Okay, that sounded dirtier than I meant it to.”
    Holly grinned and moved into the living room, settling into one corner of the blanket nest. She grabbed an orange bowl filled with popcorn and shoved a handful into her mouth. “Oh my God, real butter.”
    “Damn straight. It’s the only way to eat popcorn. Can I get you something to drink?”
    “I don’t suppose you have root beer?”
    “With or without ice cream?”
    “I think I might love you.”
    He laughed and flicked something on the television, bringing the giant screen to life. He stood up and walked toward her, dropping the remote onto the blanket beside her. “I’ll be right back.”
    He disappeared around the corner as Holly grabbed another handful of popcorn and thought about how nice this was. It wasn’t normally how she’d behave with a brand new client, but there was nothing normal about this arrangement with Ben. Professionalism aside, there was something about him that made her feel like she’d known him for years. Like they were old college buddies or pals from middle school.
    Of course, “buddy” and “pal” were the furthest words from her mind as he strode back into the room wearing navy fleece pants and a snug gray T-shirt. He was holding two root beer floats, and she