Page 30 of Wrapped in Perfection

Maksim raises his eyebrows at me. "Dmitri hired a new designer yesterday since Lada bailed."

Sergey's eyes light up. "Please tell me you hired that sassy mouthed Irena. I'll take over all the supervision if you did."

Boris scratches the corner of his lips. "You've got drool on your mouth."

"Did you see that woman's legs?"

"Like you would even have a chance. She'd eat you alive."

"Oh, there would be eating going on. But I'd be the one doing it."

Boris snorts.

Maksim groans.

I rise and grab my towel, wiping my face. "Sorry to be the dream breaker, but I hired someone else."

"Who?"

"An American," Maksim says in a deadpan voice.

"Are you crazy? That's a lot of money to let out of the community," Boris says.

"Is she hot?" Sergey asks.

Yeah. The hottest woman on earth.

"Show some respect." It comes out in a growl, and I didn't mean it to. I avoid their gazes.

"Tell me you didn't hire her to get some ass," Maksim mutters.

"Shut up. I don't need to hire anyone to get ass. She's super talented and has big ideas." I can back this up because I spent the night on her website, looking at her before-and-after photos. Vivian was right about her talent.

He crosses his arms and tilts his head. "Like what?"

"Like how to increase our profit."

"How?"

I pick up my water and down half the bottle. "She did a roof in New York. It increased the net profit by ten percent. Since we're targeting families, she had some great ideas and pointed out how there aren't any parks close to the building."

"Ten percent?" Maksim asks, and I can almost see him calculating the math in his head.

"It's a lot of zeros," I sarcastically say.

"No shit," he mumbles.

I drink the rest of my water and toss the bottle in the trash. "She may be American, but Lada never brought anything to us to increase the overall sales potential."

"We need to get some real estate agents to weigh in on that," Boris says.

"I'll handle it."

"And her?" Sergey asks.

"What about her?"

"You going to handle her, too?"

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