Her friend lifted a shoulder. “Maybe. I don’t know. It depends on a lot of things and I don’t know how he feels about cops in general. But I can guess. If you tell me what restaurant it happened at I might be able to find out more information for you. I could hack into some CCTVs if you want.” She rubbed her hands together, looking way too excited and a little scary.
“If you start cackling like some sort of evil villain, I’m out of here. And I’m not going to tell you where it was. I’m not supporting your hacking habit.”
“I’ll find out on my own, you know.”
Dominique lifted a shoulder, fighting a smile. “If you have extra time to figure it out, go for it. It was just a stupid mugging and everything is thankfully replaceable.” She was really glad Viktor’d had her locks changed though. She’d been able to sleep easier last night.
Lizzy just grinned. “Fine… So, have you talked to Raegan this morning?”
“Yeah, she texted me that she and the sexy cop are a thing again.” Dominique wasn’t sure what to think about that, considering the guy had ghosted on Raegan for a few days. But if the man made Raegan happy, that was what mattered.
“He’s a good guy. Relationship challenged, that’s for sure.”
Dominique laughed. “What guy isn’t?” Not that she really had a leg to stand on—she’d never even been in a serious relationship either. “Listen, I’ve gotta head out if I want to beat the rush. Your man should just be getting off his conference call.” She glanced at the phone, saw Porter’s light still on. “Or he will be in a minute or two.”
Lizzy’s expression went pure wicked as she headed for the adjoining door. “If getting your phone takes your whole lunch break, just extend your lunch so you get to eat. I’ll tell Porter you’ll be longer than usual.” Without waiting for a response she opened the door and ducked inside. The lock snicked into place behind Lizzy.
At that, Dominique grabbed her purse and practically raced out of there. It was pretty rare that Lizzy came down to their floor during work hours and Dominique didn’t want to stick around for whatever was about to happen.
The elevator made four stops before finally reaching the lobby. It was weird not having her phone. She felt almost naked without it. Even though she’d had her phone locked she’d still changed all her passwords this morning too. Something she should have thought about last night, but she’d been consumed with thoughts of Viktor.
She blinked when she saw him standing in the lobby near one of the huge pillars, talking to Harrison Caldwell, of all people. He was one of the owners. His father had founded Red Stone, but since semi-retiring recently he’d left his three sons in charge of everything. It didn’t matter that Porter was Harrison’s brother—Dominique still felt nervous around him. The man had an edge to him. Not that Viktor was any less scary, but…she wasn’t afraid of Viktor.
As if he sensed her, Viktor turned and pinned her with those icy blue eyes. Though his look was anything but cold. A blast of heat radiated off him, the hunger in his eyes clear as his gaze swept her over from head to toe.
Her surroundings melted away as she headed toward him. She’d called him early this morning and rescheduled their lunch so maybe he was here to see Harrison. Whatever the reason, she didn’t care. She was glad she’d run into him, regardless. Her heart rate was out of control as she drank in the sight of him. He had on dark pants, a button-down shirt, a custom-cut jacket and no tie. She loved the look on him.
“Hey,” she murmured as she reached him.
His mouth curved up ever so slightly and she wondered if that was his version of a smile. Whatever it was, she liked it. A lot. Seriously, how had this happened? How had she started to fall for Viktor Ivanov so dang fast?
“You look beautiful,” he said quietly.
The simple words took her off guard and pleased her at the same time. She started to respond when Harrison Caldwell—whose presence she’d completely forgotten about—cleared his throat.
“I’ve gotta go,” he said, nodding once at her before focusing on Viktor. “We’ll talk later.”
Viktor simply nodded before turning back to her. “I thought I’d walk with you to the phone store. Then lunch if you have time.”
She was irrationally pleased he’d decided to meet her here. “I think I’ll have time. I just saw on Twitter that one of my favorite food trucks is supposed to be a couple blocks from here for the next few hours.”
“Food trucks have Twitter accounts?” He sounded dubious.
Laughing, she linked her arm through his. “Everyone does. Even you.”
“No, some of my companies do… Lucy hired a team of people to head up our social media accounts. I’ve never looked at them.”
“Yeah, I can’t see you actually tweeting. Or using Snapchat.” She laughed when he just gave her a blank look. “You sure you don’t mind coming with me? I might not even be able to sneak in a lunch break if they’re too busy.”