Page 32 of Mr. Petrov


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I bite my lip. The Rose Vine? It’s an exclusive restaurant downtown where you have to make a reservation six months in advance.

Holy shit.

I feel a rush of warmth spread through my body.

I’ve also been dying to ask him what the hell he did with my underwear from the other night.

Glancing up, the receptionist is paying me no attention; she’s busy on her computer, so I decide to be a little bold.

Me

Me too. I have heard of it. But I do have one very serious question for you…

My heart jolts when I see him typing back.

Khristian

I’m intrigued

I smile to myself.

Me

Did you steal my panties?

I can only imagine that lazy, crooked smile that’s probably crossing his face right now.

He’s typing back…

Khristian

You look better without them

I bite my lip, unable to contain my grin as I hear, “Miss Anderson?” from the receptionist.

I glance up toward reception. “Mrs. Whitman will see you now.”

I smile as I stand. “Thank you.”

She rounds the desk and I follow her down a long corridor. There has to be around a dozen or more offices here.

Finally, we come to a stop and she knocks on an open door. “Mrs. Whitman, I have Imogen Anderson for you.” The receptionist leaves me standing there as I politely linger in the doorway.

Doris Whitman looks up and smiles warmly, ushering me in as she stands. Her desk is overflowing with paperwork.

“I’m sorry.” She shakes my hand. “We’ve had some air conditioning problems in the executive wing, so I’ve had to make do here, and as you can see my space is limited. Please take a seat.”

Immediately she sets me at ease with her easygoing nature.

“Please don’t apologize,” I say politely. “It’s tidier than my office at home.”

I don’t have an office, but a little joke won’t hurt anyone.

She glances up and smiles. Then she sets a stack of files and papers to one side and leaves one in front of her. It has my name scribbled on the front.

Then she gives me her undivided attention. “Usually, I wouldn’t be conducting interviews of this nature,” she tells me. “But unfortunately Mr. Petrov, the CEO of Tre’sor, has made some recent, uh… changes. He’s based in New York, so I’m sure you can appreciate hiring the right people to take some work when you’re setting up a new store in another state.”

Ah, he has a name.

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