Page 44 of Conning Her Dragonkin Boss

I groan. “Do not call it that.”

She just winks.

Then, with a final finger-gun salute, she strides off, disappearing into the convention crowd.

I linger, finishing the last of my coffee, feeling the soft hum of contentment settle in my chest.

The weekend has been unreal.

Everything I hoped for—and more.

And then, a shadow looms over me.

The familiar, commanding presence that I can recognize instantly.

I turn my head?—

And there he is.

Khanner.

His golden eyes flick over me, sharp and assessing, like he’s taking stock of every detail.

“You’re surprisingly easy to track,” he murmurs, voice low and rich, like dark velvet.

I raise an eyebrow. “Should I be concerned that you’re tracking me?”

His mouth curves slightly. “Not when I already own you.”

Heat flares up my spine.

“Excuse me?”

He leans down, crowding into my space, his warm breath brushing against my cheek. “Your employment contract. Legally mine.”

I roll my eyes, shoving at his chest.

Unfortunately, all that does is make me very aware of just how solid he is under his suit.

“You are ridiculous,” I mutter, grabbing my bag.

“Ridiculous,” he echoes, his hand finding the small of my back as he steers me out of the café. “And yet, I got exactly what I wanted.”

His touch is possessive, guiding, unyielding.

And maybe—just maybe—I like it.

We settle into the private dining area, away from the lingering convention guests.

Khanner moves with his usual precision, his golden eyes constantly scanning, always aware of his surroundings.

But whenever he looks at me, it’s different.

Like I’m the only thing that matters.

The table is set with warm pastries, fresh fruit, and a selection of gourmet teas and coffees.

Khanner, of course, has his doppio espresso, black as his soul.

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