Page 112 of The Dragon 2
No. That sounds crazy.
Zo leaned over. “What’s the answer?”
“Could I do a BDSM date?”
“The best part of this life is that you can do anything you want.”
I let out a long breath. “Call your people.”
“Seriously?”
“Yeah. Let’s see.”
“Dear God,” Zo shook his head. “He really is going to kidnap you after this.”
Chapter twenty
The Dragon’s Roar
Nyomi
The rest of the day had been a whirlwind of madness and mischief—just the kind Zo specialized in.
After our chaotic train ride, I spent the afternoon hopping around Tokyo with his insane circle of fashion savants, avant-garde performance artists, and at least one retired boyband backup dancer who now made couture collars for Shiba Inus. They were loud, opinionated, effortlessly stylish, and utterly inappropriate.
I loved every second of it.
By the afternoon, Zo’s crew didn’t just help me plan a date, they orchestrated a whole damn experience.
A plot twist.
A seduction.
Acoup d’etatin candlelight.
By the time night fell, I was staring down the barrel of the wildest plan I’d ever agreed to.
Kenji had called twice.
I didn’t answer.
Instead, I texted him a simple:Busy today. Talk soon.
Which was a lie.
I wasn’t busy. I was scared I would blurt everything out the moment I heard his voice. My nervous system was so strung out, one syllable from him would’ve cracked me open like a fortune cookie. And the last thing I wanted to do was spoil the surprise.
So, I hid behind ellipses and emojis and forced myself to wait.
The next morning, his Roar called.
Reo.
His voice slid through the phone like warm sake—rich, low, and laced with quiet authority. “Ms. Palmer, I was told you’d be prepared for my call.”
I blinked caught completely off guard.
Oh no. Not him having a sexy voice like that.
