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Reo’s brow lifted just a touch.
Hiro’s eyes tracked me in silence.
But, neither said a word.
What does my naughty tiger want?
Chapter seventeen
The Tiger’s Moan
Kenji
I left the box and entered the elegant hallway.
The phone stopped buzzing.
A few Corsican men lingered near a marble arch. One shifted, as if to approach, but I gave him a glance that turned him back toward the wall.
I called her back and found a statue at the far end of the corridor. It was an alabaster rendering ofTristan and Isolde, their mouths nearly touching, their eyes closed in eternal ache. The legend of love so deep it killed them.
Beautiful.
Brutal.
Eternal.
The line picked up.
"I hope I'm not bothering you." Her voice melted into my bones like warm honey poured over a blade.
I licked my lips. "You can bother me whenever you want."
“Whenever?”
“Whenever.”
“That’s sweet.”
“That’s exactly what the world thinks of me, Tora. Kenji, the sweet Dragon.”
She laughed, low and wicked. “I called for two reasons. The main one was to say thank you for breakfast.”
“I’m glad you enjoyed it.”
“I did.”
“But you didn’t enjoy my other gift?”
A pause came from her, and then she asked, “What other gift?”
“The suite.”
“That wasn’t a gift, Kenji. That was asuggestionin case I ever felt uncomfortable on the futon. And I don’t.”
My jaw tightened. I looked up at the statue’s stone lips, still chasing each other through time. “You should be in the suite.”
“Why?”
