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Twice in one night, I’d disappointed her, a fact that had my dragon writhing and ready to kill.

The call was quick but the job would not be. Ichiro demanded my services at the last minute, which meant something had gone wrong. Jou growled and writhed in agitation as I slipped the phone back into my pocket. This was not how I envisioned our night ending.

Bree studied my face. “Is everything okay, Dominic?”

“No, but only because I have to go deal with someone else’s mistake.”

“I understand.”

Grabbing her waist, I yanked her closer and cupped her face. I drank in her sharp intake of breath and ran my thumb across her beautifully swollen lips. “Understand that I will make them pay for this interruption. Next time, I plan on claiming what’s mine—fully.”

I lowered my face to hers and kissed her softly but deeply. When I let her go at last, I took a moment to memorize the delicate angles of her face. “And from now on, I’d prefer you call me ‘Nic.’ I’ll have Samson bring the car around.”

Her lips twisted into a cute smirk. “You have an interesting definition of the word ‘car,’ Nic.”

As my dragon simmered and hissed within, demanding I forsake my grandfather and the family business and take Bree back to my bed, I knew that this woman would change my world.

Only, I didn’t know if her presence would destroy everything I’d worked so hard to achieve. Years of careful planning and strategic alliances.

But did I care?

Not one bit.

CHAPTER 18

Bree

As the limousine drove away from the gym, I felt like I was walking on water. The night hadn’t been anything like I’d expected. It had been truly and utterly magical.

A fairytale come to life.

Except the prince in my story turned out to be a dangerous criminal from a ruthless dragon family. I wasn’t sure how I felt about that yet, but I didn’t want logic to ruin my night.

My brain could overanalyze it tomorrow. Tonight, I would listen to my heart.

Smiling, I pressed my fingers to my lips. The memory of Dominic’s kisses lingered, a tantalizing reminder of our evening and what could have been that sent electric pulses straight to my core.

If only he hadn’t gotten that phone call.

I opened the gym door, grateful to find it unlocked at last. As much as I wanted to berate Frankie for locking me out of the gym earlier and forcing me on that date, she’d obviously done the right thing. Her reasons didn’t even matter anymore.

Before I stepped inside, a chill spider-walked up my spine. Someone was watching me, I was sure of it. And they were close. I spun around, prepared to fight.

The sidewalk and street were empty.

My pulse pounded in my ears as I searched the shadows for any sign of movement. But other than the streetlights, nothing changed. This late, I was alone.

I waited another minute, assuming I was wrong about the sensation, but also hoping someone would show themselves and prove I wasn’t paranoid for no reason. Unfortunately, it seemed like I was wrong. Paranoia had struck again.

With a final glance up and down the street, I went inside and locked the door behind me. Frankie’s office was the only light on.

Grinning as a rare opportunity presented itself, I slipped off my heels to avoid clacking across the concrete floor. I wanted to scare her as payback. Not only for earlier that day but for all the times she’d gotten the jump on me.

I cradled my sandals in one hand and tiptoed closer. My footsteps were silent as I crossed the empty space and passed the boxing ring, closing in on her office.

Suddenly, Frankie’s voice rang out, and I just about jumped out of my skin.

“You know I don’t have that kind of money just layin’ around,” she hissed.

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