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?”