Page 147 of Wrapped in Perfection

"So was I. But trust me, we can never get enough O's." She winks.

I put my hands over my face. "Harper."

She organizes the photos on the bed. She points. "This one should go in the middle."

It's black and white. I'm sitting on a fur rug, with one leg bent. The other crosses it, so you get a full view of the back of my thigh and a hint of my ass cheek. I'm wearing stilettos, and it looks like I have nothing else on besides a long string of pearls. One strand is around my neck, like a choker, and the rest hang and touch the top of my thigh. My arms are tucked into my chest, and my breasts are on full display, except for my nipples.

Harper picks up several other photos and arranges them. "Don't deny it. You're beautiful, and these should be displayed."

I can't argue. Everything about them makes me feel sexy. I look confident in them, like a woman who owns her sexuality.

"There's a pewter frame sample I brought. It would be perfect against this wall. Let me go grab it."

She leaves, and I continue focusing on the photos.

Can I really hang these on the wall?

Dmitri will love all of them.

I did this for him.

They do look amazing.

"Look at how perfect this frame is," Harper claims, coming back into the room. She picks up a photo and goes to the wall. She holds an L shaped piece of metal on the corner of one picture against the slate-gray wall. "It's soooo sexy hot!"

"You're right. It is."

She grins. "Yay! Should I order the enlargements and get everything framed?"

I've already come this far—no point in stopping now.

"Yes. Can we put a rush on it?"

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Dmitri

Obrecht crosseshis arms to his chest. "Eleven thirty at the Hornet's Nest in Gary, Indiana."

"What's that?" I ask.

"A strip club."

"Tonight?" Maksim says.

"Yes. If you don't move on this now, the window may not come back around for a while," Obrecht informs us.

My brothers and I glance at each other. But there's no choice. We have to eliminate Lorenzo. He's crossed the line getting our women involved.

"Have you found any connection to Zamir?" I ask.

Obrecht shakes his head. "None. But I will dig now that you believe it is a possibility. If he is involved with Zamir, I doubt his father knows. Whether he is acting on behalf of his father or on his own accord, taking him and his top men out will reduce our risk of a full-blown war.

"We must not assume anything," Maksim warns. "If he is in bed with Zamir and his father does know, we are at great risk."

"Which is why we're going to pin this on Zamir," Boris states.

The room turns silent.

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