Page 78 of Wrapped in Perfection

"Ooh. Does he have a sexy Russian accent, too?"

"I don't think he talks."

"What?"

"You'll see."

We go to the front of the restaurant, and Viktor rises. Several people move farther away from him.

"Viktor, this is Harper. Harper, meet Viktor."

Harper sticks out her hand, and his lips barely turn up into a smile, then he grunts and pushes the door open, holding it for us to walk through.

Harper puts her hand to her mouth, trying not to laugh. I grab her other arm and lead her to the car. We get in, and she whispers, "Where did Dmitri find him?"

I shrug.

"I'd like to see Mitch try something with Viktor around."

Viktor isn't to protect me from Mitch. He's for the Italian mob.

Don't tell her. She'll flip.

"Let's not talk about Mitch anymore."

She tilts her head next to my face. "Agreed. Let's talk about you and Dmitri. He called youkotikwhen he left. What does that mean?"

Heat crawls up my face.

Harper's eyes light up. "Oh. Something dirty?"

"Ummm...no..."

She waits with a smirk on her face.

I take a bottle of water from the holder and drink half of it.

"Anna? What does it mean?"

"Pussycat."

She gapes at me. "Really?"

"Mm-hmm."

She pats my thigh. "That's hot."

"It's a Russian thing..."

"Oh, I'm sure it is. What else is a Russian thing?"

"You're killing me, Harper."

She grills me for the rest of the ride. We get to the salon, and Viktor gets out of the car and opens our door.

"Ummm...you can stay in the car. We're just going in there." I point to the building.

He shakes his head and points for us to walk.

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