Page 81 of Wrapped in Perfection

"Yes, she did. When we first came in, before she handed us the clipboards," Harper says.

"Oh. I must have been distracted," I mutter and stare at myself some more.

It's not bad. Actually, it's kind of nice. I do look good.

But what if Dmitri hates it?

Then he isn't as awesome as I think he is.

My stomach flips, but I smile and turn to the stylist. "I love it. Thank you."

She smiles. "Awesome. I was worried for a minute. It looks sooooo good on you!"

"It does," Harper insists.

"Oh my gosh! I'm sorry! You look great too!" Her hair has the same highlights as mine, but her hair is already darker, so it isn't as drastic as my color.

She bats her eyes and puts her hand under her chin. "Watch out, Steven Sinclair. There's going to be a new girl in your bed tonight."

"Harper." I laugh.

She rises and hands her glass to her stylist. "Thank you, ladies. We hate to run, but it's getting late, and we need to get to the new shop down the street before it closes. Our men have needs."

"Oh. Are you going to Delivery?" my stylist asks.

Harper snaps. "Yes! Thank you. I couldn't remember the name."

"They have amazing stuff."

"Great!" Harper slaps cash on both their chairs and grabs my hand. She leads me out, and Viktor stands.

His face has the same stony expression as always.

"We're going four stores down. Don't wait up," Harper teases and pulls me out the door and down the street. When I glance back, Viktor is only several feet behind us.

We go into Delivery, and I gape. It's got every kind of lingerie you could ever imagine, from bondage to sweetheart.

"Mmm...too innocent. I think we need that section." Harper points to a more risqué area.

"This is more like it," she mutters and holds a dark berry-colored set up to my body. It's mesh and what I would consider classy dirty hot. "This is meant for you. It matches your nails and is perfect with your new hair."

"Okay. But you have to buy it for me. I'll pay you back when I get my check. I don't want my brother buying my lingerie."

She wrinkles her nose. "Gotcha."

We spend an hour in the shop, get several outfits each, and get into the car. When Harper gets dropped off, Viktor hands me his phone.

"Hello?"

"Kotik, are you having fun with Harper?"

"We just dropped her off, but I had a great day."

"Good. I can't wait to hear about it, but I'm not going to be home for another hour. Do you want me to grab something for dinner?"

"Sure."

"Okay. I called security and told them to give you full access. Do you have your ID card on you?"

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