Page 187 of The Dragon 2
What is she doing?
Right when I was about to ask, she gracefully grabbed the chair that was next to me, picked it up, and carried it across to the other side of the table.
Excuse me?
I raised my eyebrows. “What are you doing?”
Silent, Nyomi lowered into the chair and gave me a warm, anchored smile.
But with that distance between us. . .she might as well have been back in New York.
Too far.
Too untouchable.
Too fucking smug with that quiet smile and that queen’s posture like she knew exactly what she was doing.
I clenched the edge of the table hard.
She was just out of arm’s reach—just far enough that I couldn’t snatch her wrist, couldn’t yank her down into my lap, couldn’tcrush my mouth to hers and remind her what happens when the Dragon stops being patient.
I hated it.
I wanted her close.
So close, her perfume choked my breath.
So close, I could bury my fingers in her curls and taste her thoughts.
So close, I could murmur threats and promises against her throat and feel delicious shivers run down her spine in real time.
I frowned.
Is this your plan to get back control, Tora? To hold me at a distance? To make me hunger across the space?
I leaned forward slightly, my muscles tightening.
It won’t work. Not the way you think.
I quirked a brow. “Why are you over there?”
She said nothing, and somehow, the silence was louder than any answer.
It threw me off balance.
“Tora.”
She leaned just slightly toward me. “So. . .let's talk about tonight's dinner.”
“Let’s, but not yet.” I rose to my feet, reached for my chair, and began to pick it up.
But then she spoke again, “Sit down.”
I snapped my view to her.
Who is she talking to like that?
She watched me with a neutral expression. Her tone had not been harsh or loud, but it was final. It didn’t threaten. It owned.
