Page 115 of The Dragon 2
Then, finally, “understood, Ms. Palmer.”
I smiled. “Thank you.”
“And is this a restaurant?”
“It’s a private club.”
“Fully secured?”
“Extremely. There’s full staff on-site, plus a front door team and a head of security. So damn. . .add another five people to that list.”
“No need. The property’s security can take the night off. My people will handle the perimeter and interior.”
“That’s fair. I’ll inform the owner.”
“Does the owner know the Dragon will be attending?”
“Absolutely not. I figured I should keep that part secret so I just said it’s someone I’m dating.”
“Good job. Let’s keep it that way.”
“I thought you would say that.”
“Please, make sure the owner is there when I arrive.”
“She will be and she will cooperate. I promise,” I hesitated. “Reo, again I’m not trying to make your job harder. I just really want this to mean something.”
Another pause.
This one softer.
“I understand,” he said, voice lower now, silkier somehow. “And. . .this could be fun.”
I blinked. “You think so?”
“In all my years working with Kenji, only one person has ever planned something like this for him. Yet, no woman he’s dated has even attempted it—especially not without informing him or me first.”
“He usually runs the show?”
“Always. He doesn’t like deviations from his plans. Especially not romantic ones.”
I grinned. “I gathered that much.”
“You’re brave.”
I raised a brow. “Is that admiration or a warning?”
“Both,” he said without missing a beat. “The Dragon will either be thrilled. . .or go completely unhinged.”
“Well, I think I can live with both.”
He went quiet again, and when he spoke next, there was something darker beneath the smoothness—respect, maybe. Or intrigue. “Please send the location one hour before.”
“I will.”
“Have a good day, Ms. Palmer.”
“You too . . .Mr. Roar.”
