Page 5 of Gemini Queen
He reaches back and locks the door, all without breaking my stare or saying a single effing word. The heavy door muffles the dance party out on deck and enfolds this dim room in a cave-like silence. His dark sexy smell wraps around me, cedar and ambergris with a hint of bergamot. Those aggressive cat-eyes of his slide down my half-naked body like a jaguar scoping out his next snack.
For some damn reason, he looks hostile as hell.
A shiver of warning coasts down my spine and the ends of my hair start floating.
Shit, showgirl.
Suddenly, in Wang’s air-conditioned john, it’s getting hot as fuck.
Why, oh, whydo I have to be on the clock tonight? Literally any other night, I’d besodown with getting locked in a room with this guy. Even if he is glaring at me like I just pissed in his cornflakes.
But Xiao’s bomb goes off in less than ten ticks. And I really need to be in the safe zone when it blows.
“Help you with something?” I drawl, giving out my best attitude. “Because the Japanese toilet’s pretty self-explanatory. I’m confident you’ll get the hang of it without a private tutorial, Adam.”
Chapter Four
Ronin
While I stalk the Gemini bitch on her casual recon through the billionaire’s penthouse to the ladies’ loo, I’m already planning a brutal takedown.
According to her admittedly skimpy file, Mick Gemini’s little princess holds a black belt intae kwon do. Considering that I’ve just been flown halfway round the world very much against my will to collect Neo Mercury’s fated mate like a valet collecting his lord’s blooming laundry, I won’t mind at all working the edge off my aggression with a little close combat.
After all, that’s what I do.
Warrior skills are encoded in my Valyrian DNA, I train with the world’s best blades, and I’m rated the top fighter at Icarus. Which is precisely why Lucius pressed me into service for this onerous chore. Neo fucking Mercury may earn top marks on the Dean’s List and have some sort of freakish off-the-charts IQ, but the Capricorn scion isn’t bloody good enough at combat to bring in his own bloody mate.
I lurk about the game room and keep my eye on the loo while the Gemini witch does whatever it is girls do in there. And the wait doesn’t do much to sweeten my temper.
In fact, it’s all I can manage not to blow the door off its hinges and haul her ass out.
Which explains why, the moment she appears, I’m stalking straight into the loo to confront her.
I’m literally spoiling for a fight.
She wisely backs away and stays out of reach while I shoot the deadbolt behind me and watch her eyes go all wide and wary. Close up, they’re a vivid turquoise, almost that deep purple blue you’d call periwinkle. And she’s surprisingly tiny. Even in those platform boots she’s sporting, the crown of her lightning-blue head doesn’t reach my chin.
Annoyingly, despite the David-and-Goliath disparity in our sizes, she doesn’t look nearly daunted enough at finding herself locked in the loo with a pissed off Leo who’s about to make her regret she was ever born.
I’m willing to blooming bet she’s armed. Though that fetching little frock she’s wearing isn’t roomy enough to hold much more than her suntanned showgirl curves. The leather cups her breasts like a bustier and skims her thighs like a lover’s kiss.
But, considering the dangerous mood I’m in, Zara fucking Gemini doesn’t look nearly wary enough.
A miscalculation she confirms the moment she opens her fucking mouth.
“Help you with something?” she drawls, cocking her sassy hip. “Because the Japanese toilet’s pretty self-explanatory. I’m confident you’ll get the hang of it without a private tutorial, Adam.”
“Sorry, love. Afraid you’ve got the wrong bloke.” Now that I’ve got her cornered, I can afford to play a little.
Surely Lucius won’t begrudge me a spot of fun before I take her out.
Hearing my accent, she tilts her head. A little line appears between her brows—which she’s also dyed teal—and I watch the thoughts flicker across her face. She might look like Marilyn Monroe and dress like a punk-rock pinup girl, but it occurs to me she’s no bubblehead. She’d never have survived the wrath of Daddy Gemini and eluded his vengeance as long as she has if she weren’t damn good at the game.
An unexpected tingle of anticipation shoots down my spine like an electric charge. I despise every Gemini who’s ever lived. But there’s no reason at all I can’t enjoy my bit of sport with this one.
Before I make her suffer for all the Gemini sins.
“You’re a long way from home, laddie.” Her voice is low and smoky. I watch her plump pink lips shape the words and my dick sits up and takes notice.
