Page 30 of The Dragon 2
No holes.
No weird lint.
The stain was there, bold and wet—artfully spread in the shape of want—but not overdone.
Okay.
I swallowed.
These are good.
Satisfied, I folded them with the same care I might give to a love letter. Not once. Not twice. But in threes—neat and thoughtful—so they’d lay perfectly flat in the Ziploc.
Naughty Dragon.
I unzipped the plastic, slid the panties inside, and sealed it shut.
Wow.
I placed the now full Ziploc inside the black-and-goldDecadentbag and turned back toward the door.
This is really happening.
I opened the door wide and met the man’s gaze.
He stood exactly where I’d left him, back straight, gloved hands at his sides, unreadable behind those pitch-black glasses.
“Here you go.” I held out the bag.
He accepted it with both hands like I’d just handed him a crown instead of underwear. “The Dragon will be pleased.”
My whole body buzzed.
He gave me a thoughtful smile. “Ms. Palmer, I’ve also been instructed to inform you that Mr. Sato’s personal chef is on his way. He’ll be preparing breakfast for you and your friend shortly.”
I blinked. “Wait, what?”
“The Dragon requests to know if you have any allergies. Specifically, to lobster or champagne.”
I had to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from squealing. “Uh—no. I mean, no allergies.”
You’re spoiling me, Kenji.
He wasn’t a naughty dragon. He was a very smooth one.
I straightened, suddenly feeling underdressed in my rumpled nightshirt and bare legs. “Lobster’s fine. Champagne’s great.”
He nodded solemnly and pulled a slim phone from the inside of his coat. His fingers moved fast over the screen, thumb gliding like he was inputting a hit list, not my breakfast preferences.
“Also.” The man put up the phone, then reached into another pocket, and produced a sleek black card with gold lettering embossed across the front. He extended it between two gloved fingers. “Here you go.”
I didn’t take it right away.
I just stared.
The wordsFour Seasons Tokyo at Otemachishimmered across the card. Beneath it:Imperial Lotus Suite – 58th Floor.
I looked up at him. “What is this?”
