The Matchmaker's Replacement [Kindle in Motion] (Wingmen Inc. Book 2) by Rachel van Dyken Page B

towels.”
    “But they need fluffing, Gabs, help a man out.”
    “You don’t want me fluffing anything, believe me . . .”
    “Fine.” He leaned back. “Now run along and prove to me you’re ready to start taking on clients, and good luck, Gabs. Remember, he still has a choice about whether he wants to hire us, mainly you . . . And remember, when the girl he’s obsessed with walks in and he doesn’t feel that what you’re doing is working, you’re not just making yourself look stupid, but Wingmen Inc. No pressure or anything.”
    He crossed his arms. I seriously wanted to strangle him.
    Instead, I turned on my heel and made my way toward my target. This really did feel like a sting operation, especially with Lex in my ear.
    How was it possible that even through the earpiece, it felt like his voice was caressing my body? No, Gabs. No.
    My mind conjured up the image of us kissing. Mouth watering, I nearly had to clench my thighs together as the feel of his tongue sliding into my mouth became such an electric turn-on that I whimpered.
    “Don’t be scared . . . look sexy,” Lex ordered.
    “I’m trying,” I said through clenched teeth.
    “Sway your hips more.”
    I tried swaying and nearly collided with the leather chair at the next table.
    “Damn, woman, he’s going to think you’re drunk if you pull that stunt again.”
    “Sexy, sexy, sexy,” I repeated under my breath.
    Lex paused and then said, “Your ass looks nice . . .”
    “Thanks, Lex.” I paused as warmth filled my chest. “That was actually really—”
    “I can’t even tell you gained ten pounds.”
    “You’re a dick.”
    “Maybe take it easy on the Pirate’s Booty, Gabs.”
    I paused, my heart galloping in my chest. “How’d you know about—”
    “I nearly died in order to get you the last bag, Gabs, I know your obsession.”
    “Stop doing that!”
    “What?”
    “Finishing my—”
    “Sentences?” he guessed.
    I let out a little curse, then flipped him off behind my back.
    “Don’t encourage me, Gabs. You know what that gesture means, and I’m just desperate enough to bend you over the table and take what I can get.”
    “So romantic . . . Tell me, would it be next to the chips and guacamole, or would you at least wait until dessert?”
    He was quiet and then said in a hoarse voice, “Why eat food when I get you as an option . . .”
    I opened my mouth to say something, but I was almost to Steve and he’d just turned around.
    “Hey.” I nearly choked on my tongue as I sat down next to the guy I was hired to help gain the attention of the love of his life. Her name was Stella, and based on the pictures in the file, they looked like they could be brother and sister. It was a match made in heaven . . . At least it appeared so, since they had an eighty-percent chance of success once they passed the first three months of dating.
    “He’s a computer science major, Gabs. You’re going to have to do better than ‘hey,’” Lex interjected.
    Steve looked up. He had shaggy brown hair that gave me the impression that he was allergic to scissors. His hair covered one eye, leaving the other peering up at me in curiosity.
    Brown. A pretty brown. I could work with that, right?
    “You have nice eyes,” I said softly. “You should maybe make people aware you have two of them, otherwise they may mistake you for a pirate. Arggg.”
    Lex let out a groan. “You did not just Jack Sparrow him.”
    Steve smirked and then laughed out loud. “Yeah, that’s what I’m going for, dark and dangerous. Did it work?”
    I nodded vigorously. “I’m here, aren’t I?”
    He looked me up and down, then took a slow, cautious sip of his drink. “You’re here with that guy.” He pointed at Lex. “So, either this is a bet to see if you can get me to embarrass myself or”—his eyes narrowed—“you could be part of Wingmen Inc.”
    Smiling, I pulled out the chair next to him. “Mind if I sit?”
    “Beautiful and