Page 20 of The Dragon 2
I exhaled, slow.
Naughty Tiger. Very naughty.
Chapter three
A Weapon of Mass Seduction
Nyomi
The sound of running water and a faint hum drifted through the paper-thin walls.
Zo was in the shower. Singing something old-school and soft—Al Green maybe, or Donny Hathaway. One of those soul-soaked, voice crooners that always made the morning feel like honey on warm bread.
He wasn’t mad.
Thank God.
That man had the right to be annoyed; hell, Ideserveda lecture after waking him up at damn near five a.m. with a phone call so loud and intense I probably radiated heat through the walls.
But Zo was humming, not stomping.
No passive-aggressive door slams.
No throat-clearing behind his bedroom door.
Just humming and steam.
I’ll have to be quieter when I talk to Kenji next time.
I let my head fall back against the futon mattress, exhaling the tension I hadn’t realized was still clinging to my shoulders.
The white ceiling fan whirred above.
My thighs were still slick, my pulse still skittering in places it had no business doing gymnastics.
That dream.
That voice.
That man.
Mmmm.
Kenji wasn’t just under my skin—he was stitched into it.
And I hated how much I liked it.
My phone buzzed on the mattress beside me.
Who’s that?
Blinking, Ireached for it and then brushed my thumb across the screen.
A notification stared up at me.
One New Image from the Dragon?
I quirked my brows and tapped the screen.
