Page 133 of The Dragon 2

Nyomi. Nyomi. How the hell do you know Hiroko?

I followed, my footsteps matching Hiroko’s slow, regal pace as we entered the hallway beyond.

The walls glowed obsidian. A deep red carpet ran beneath our feet, plush as wet velvet. Every few meters, ornate sconces bloomed warm golden light.

Even though we had business dealings, I had never been to Hiroko’s club before. I’d heard whispers. Rumors. But I’d never stepped inside.

That had been a mistake.

Because now, walking beside Hiroko, I realized I was in enemy territory. Not in the sense of danger—but in the sense that I really would have no control here.

This was her world.

Her rules.

Her suites.

A place where kings were uncrowned.

And made to beg.

And tonight, this place had somehow been gifted to my Tiger.

A dark thrill twisted in my gut.

What kind of date requires Hiroko Watanabe to be the gatekeeper? Tora, you are blowing me away. No wonder Reo likes you.

Hiroko curated presidents' secrets and criminals’ confessions like art. She was the very definition of a woman in power—unflinching, unrepentant, and unforgettable. Her club was known for two things—exquisite design and exquisite surrender.

Only the most discerning souls were allowed in. And even then, most men walked out completely ruined.

A shiver slid down my spine.

Not from fear.

From anticipation.

Fuck. Tora. . .I can’t believe this.

I was excited.

So excited I was losing my goddamned mind.

In fact, I wanted Hiroko to walk faster. I wanted us to sprint. My palms itched. My heart beat faster. I had no idea what Nyomi had planned—but if Hiroko were involved, it wouldn’t be soft.

It wouldn’t be safe.

It would be designed to disarm and delight me, and I would love every second of it.

Oh, Tora. I’m moving you into my mansion tonight. You will never sleep on that fucking futon again.

I glanced sideways at Hiroko, studying the slight curve of her smirk.

She knew exactly what I was feeling.

She didn’t rush.

She only slowed, as if savoring my torment.