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“A bigger one.”
I pushed open the stairwell door, and Victor groaned. “Are you shitting me right now, Dixon?”
“It’s a good way to stay in shape.”
“Fucking. That’s a good way to stay in shape,” he said, jogging down the steps behind me.
“Not an option,” I tossed over my shoulder. “I’m too busy doing work for you.”
“I could remedy that problem.”
“Would take a lot to replace me.”
“Don’t blame me for your shit sex life.”
“Better you than me.” It was only partially his fault. The other problem was that no one had interested me lately . . . until a certain angel face. I furrowed my brow. Whenwasthe last time I’d had sex?
“All right. We’ll work to remedy the problem tonight. I know the perfect place.”
I groaned. “If I let you help me in this department, you’ll be responsible for almost my entire life.”
“Could be worse.” He pushed out of the front door of my office building. “What if you depended on Whitley?”
“God, help me.”
“You’re an expensive bastard,”I grumbled as we settled into our table at the restaurant.
“Only the best for me.”
Victor proceeded to order the most expensive bottle of whiskey, a Porterhouse steak for both of us, and every side dish on the menu.
“You’ve not eaten lately?” I asked when the waiter left us on our own.
“Need my strength for later tonight,” he said with a smirk. “And I got wind that a certain investment group lost their ass in a couple of new high-rises. I’m going to get them for a rock-bottom price. Five hundred fifty-two units. Prime property in Tribeca. So this is a celebration of sorts.”
I let out a low whistle, earning a disapproving look for the sour-faced woman sitting at the table next to us.
“When do we close on the deal?”
The waiter returned with bread and our drinks. Victor took a long swallow. “That’s good.” He pointed toward his glass. “I have a verbal agreement. I need the paperwork by Monday.”
“What did I do to deserve this? Four whole days.”
“Keep complaining, and I’ll insist by tomorrow.”
I held up both of my hands. “Okay. Okay. I appreciate the leeway.”
The conversationover dinner was a mix of business and pleasure. I found myself relaxed and enjoying the meal. It had been a while since Victor and I had done this. I realized I’d missed our friendship outside of business.
“Glad we had a chance to catch up,” I said, wiping my mouth and setting my napkin on the table. I pushed away my dessert plate.
“Anytime.” He shoved a bite of creme brûlée into his mouth. “As long as it’s on your dime.”
“Seeing as you provide my livelihood, it’s your money either way.”
He pointed his fork at me. “Smart ass.” His eyes drifted past me and lit with interest. “Want to see me take a woman away from a man she’s having dinner with?”
“Not really. I’m too old to get into a brawl at a steakhouse.”
