Temporary Fix

By Allie Standifer

Sometimes temporary lust leads to a more permanent emotion.

Clever Cajun Remy Douget knows he screwed up with lovely CEO Kelli Brach several months ago. So when she calls his IT company looking for help he knows this might be his only chance to claim the woman he can't get off his mind.

Expecting anyone but Remy to show up at her office Kelli's shocked at the company owner's blatant proposal. One night to burn their passion, she agrees. Too bad their single night leads to more complications than she counted on. Like a permanent complication from a Temporary Fix.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Totally Bound Publishing
• Release date: Oct 3, 2011
• ISBN: 9780857157188

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Temporary Fix

ISBN #978-0-85715-718-8

©Copyright Allie Standifer 2011

Cover Art by Posh Gosh ©Copyright October 2011

Edited by Rebecca Hill

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Warning: This book contains sexually explicit content which is only suitable for mature readers. This story has a heat rating of Total-e-burning and a sexometer of 2.

Tempting Temps

TEMPORARY FIX

Allie Standifer

Dedication

To the readers who keep me inspired, my butt glued to the office chair and checking my Facebook page way too often.

Trademarks Acknowledgement

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iPhone: Apple, Inc.

Chapter One

The blue screen of death flashed on Kelli Cornwell’s flat twenty-seven-inch computer screen.

Son of a bitch, shit-fire, damn it to hell, you son of a frog-lover! she cursed, slammed her palm on the monitor and shoved away from her desk. The force of motion pushed her plush, leather, wheeled chair halfway across the spacious office. Her harsh words echoed through the large, expensively decorated room.

It took a lot to summon the deep-woods Texas accent she’d done her best to banish, but watching two weeks of work disappear into a blue hole of nothingness had driven her over the edge.

"The last day, last batch of invoices and you, you hideous POS, choose to blow your circuits on me?" She narrowed her eyes at the seemingly innocent machine as it sat there glowing its happy but deadly blue. Smacking the expensive machine, beating the fancy monitor with her umbrella or shoving the entire useless hunk of plastic and wires out of the window sounded like a great plan of action. However, as pleasant as the thought of mass PC chip destruction sounded, Kelli knew she couldn’t allow herself the gratification. Somewhere in the midst of all those circuits, black plastic and glowing things, hid her fourth quarter spread sheet.

Without bothering to look, she grabbed her iPhone and automatically hit number two on her speed dial. What it said about her life when she had her IT company as the second most important number in her contact list, Kelli didn’t even want to guess. Too much thinking about such a depressing thing sent her straight to the chocolate, wine and whipped-cream vodka, which in turn went straight to her ass. Her ass had enough problems without adding delicious but empty calories to the roster.

So long as a certain someone didn’t answer the phone, her night might proceed without any further disasters.

Douget, Inc.

Relief flooded through her as she recognised the chipper young male voice. If a touch of disappointment was mixed with the relief, she ignored it. There were enough problems crowding her plate without asking for more.

Hey, Walker, it’s Kelli over at Cornwell’s. The expensive paperweight on my desk has gone to the great circuit board in the sky. Either get someone over here to fix it, or I’m going to teach it to fly.

Youthful, masculine amusement floated over the line. Kelli, honey, you call with death threats to your computer at least once a month. What’s the poor, innocent, hard-working machine done to you now?

A snort of disbelief escaped her even as some of the tension eased from her shoulders. Aughh, it’s the blue screen of death. This thing is possessed by demons, imps or possibly evil frog minions.

We’ve been through this before. There is no such thing as evil frog minions. Also, I doubt demons or imps, after escaping from the bowels of hell, would choose to use their powers to destroy your computer. Unless there’s something you’re not telling? Walker might be young, a third-year college student, but his brain more than made up for his age. The guy was some kind of natural computer whisperer.

She rolled her eyes and tugged out the pins holding her hair up in a tight bun. Chocolate tresses flowed over her shoulders as the relief loosened the tension from her spine. A long day hunched over a workstation poring over last quarter’s receipts had put enough stress in her neck that she’d pay her weight in gold for a massage at that point.

She used the pads of her fingers to rub the aching muscles. Come on, we’ve agreed to disagree. Just get over here, wave your magic joystick and fix this mess before I get testy.

The clack of keys reached her ear as Walker typed her information into the company system. Eyes closed, Kelli could practically visualise every move he made. She should be able to, since she called Douget, Inc. every time that