Page 31 of Conning Her Dragonkin Boss

His expression doesn’t change. “Good. Then you’ll enjoy the accommodations I’ve arranged for you.”

I narrow my eyes. “Accommodations?”

The answer comes about an hour later, after I’m fully settled into my absurdly luxurious suite.

A knock at the door reveals a massage therapist and an aesthetician, both sent by Khanner.

I blink. “Wait. What?”

“The CFO insists you relax,” the massage therapist says with a professional smile.

I sputter as they gently usher me inside. “He—he did what?”

“Your stress levels were noted in your file,” the aesthetician adds, setting up her station.

My file.

Khanner.

I grab my phone and text Mei:

Sunny:Khanner just sent a massage therapist to my room.

Mei:LOLOLOL

Sunny:This is ridiculous.

Mei:No, this is ELITE girlfriend treatment. Please tell me there’s a fruit platter and infused water.

Sunny:There IS. What the hell.

Despite my protests, I don’t fight it.

Because honestly?

A massage and a skincare treatment sound incredible.

And I actually do feel better afterward.

By the timethe corporate meet-and-greets wrap up, I’m pleasantly exhausted but still wired.

I text Mei to let her know I’ll be on my way soon.

Sunny:Meetings are done. Making my excuses, then I’m sneaking out.

Mei:YASSS. The con floor is insane already. You have to see it.

Sunny:Just gotta change first.

I’m halfway to my suitcase, ready to swap my business attire for something casual, when there’s a knock at my door.

I freeze.

Then, in the deepest, most unfairly smooth voice, Khanner says, “I brought tea.”

Damn it.

I hesitate for only a second before sighing and opening the door.

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