Page 10 of Wrapped in Perfection

"Any chance she's Russian?" I tease but also know my brothers prefer to keep everything in the Russian community if possible. Vivian is Greek and won't take it personally because she understands cultural issues more than most.

She softly laughs. "Nope. Grade A American."

I groan. "Guess it's time to expand my Rolodex."

Her eyes turn serious. "She's extremely talented, takes her work seriously, and will meet your budget parameters and deadlines."

There's no time to mess with this. If we don't figure this out, we're in trouble.

"Any chance I can meet her today?"

Vivian points to a corner table. A blonde woman sits in a booth. She's facing the wall. Her hair is in a messy bun, and she has a laptop open. "I need to go home and get ready for a listing appointment, but I can quickly introduce you if you wish. We just got done with yoga."

I motion for her to go first. "Lead the way."

"Anna, this is Dmitri. He's in a jam and needs an interior designer. Dmitri, Anna," Vivian says. "Okay, I'm going to be late if I don't go. You two talk. See you tonight." Vivian pats her on the shoulder and pushes past me.

"What?" Anna turns her head, and my heart beats faster.It's her.

I wonder if she ditched her loser boyfriend.

Vivian said she's moving here.

"Anna. Good to see you again." I slide into the booth across from her.

Her face turns red, and she opens her mouth to speak, then shuts it.

I hold my hand out. "I'm Dmitri. I don't think we formally met last time."

She looks at my hand and gapes some more. She finally takes it and mutters, "I'm so confused right now."

I chuckle. "I'm friends with Vivian."

Jesus, this girl is smoking hot.

She's wearing a yoga tank top with a wrap around her arms. She continues to gape at me.

I try not to stare at the little bit of cleavage showing and release her hand. "Vivian said you're an interior designer?"

"Yes," she whispers. She clears her throat and says louder, "Yes."

"I need you, then."

"You...you need me?" The red in her face deepens.

Yep. In my bed, sweating and calling out my name.

"For my building."

"Oh?"

"I'm in quite the predicament."

"What would that be?"

I should stick to the task at hand, but I can't resist. "I didn't think I would see you again."

She takes a nervous breath. "I'm sorry...about...um... I..."

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