Page 75 of Wrapped in Perfection

"Oh, don't worry, I already took care of him." She winks.

I laugh. "How's your job with Cindy going?"

"It's awesome. We just did these really sexy boudoir shoots for several models. But I don't want to talk about me. Now that I met the sexy Russian, I understand why Vivian said you hadn't been home in several days." She wiggles her eyebrows.

My face grows hot.

"Well? Don't hold back!"

"Harper!"

"Oh no you don't! I want details!"

"He's great," I say.

She folds her arms and smirks.

I lean in and lower my voice. "Fine. I really like him."

She claps her hands. "Okay...and..."

"He's...nice. And super supportive of my career."

"He's nice? Anna!"

I look around to make sure no one else can hear and scoot closer. "He's a stud, okay? I've had so many O's, I'm not sure what the next letter in the alphabet is anymore."

"Go, Dmitri!"

"Shhh."

"Oh, come on. You've been with douchebag for years. It's about time you got some spicy action."

The waitress puts our salmon salads down and refills our water. "Do you need anything else?"

"No. We're good." Harper smiles.

"Thank you," I say.

The waitress leaves.

Harper picks up her fork. "Not to rush, but we have a half hour to get to the salon."

"Okay." I take a bite of my salad.

"Glad to see you're eating," Harper says.

I groan. "Dmitri is all over me about it."

"What do you mean?"

"He claims I'm starving myself and damaging my body and has me eating a ridiculous number of calories. We have a bet, and I agreed to do it for one week. I told him I'm going to gain a ton of weight."

Harper puts her fork down. "I thought you stopped that?"

Embarrassment fills my face. I forgot about the little white lie I told Harper.

Okay, it was a flat-out big mistruth.

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