Chelle
I choke on my water.
The guys laugh, then Tiny says, “I can’t tell if he’s serious.”
“Of course he’s not,” I interject. “He’s an accountant.”
“Da,” Nikolai agrees. “I run numbers.”
I make a huge show of rolling my eyes like he’s kidding. All the while, my stomach is stuck up in my solar plexus.
This dinner is going to cost a literal fortune—I’ve been adding things up in my head, and we’ve already easily passed two grand. That’s not even counting the money Nikolai paid to get us a table. I’m sure I’ll be paying that back with a ton of interest, too. I have the company credit card, but if I don’t land this deal, Janette will probably kill me.
I couldn’t be more stressed out.
The only thing that’s gone right about tonight is, well, Nikolai.
He’s my saving grace. He got us into
