“Yes.”
His eyes dropped to my legs like gravity dragged them there. I watched his throat work as he swallowed hard, jaw clenched like he was chewing on every filthy thought running through his head. “And if I am not taking care of myself?”
“Then, I will surely take care of you.” My fingertips skimmed down the front of my blouse, barely grazing the buttons. I wasn’t unbuttoning a thing, but Lord. . .I knew it looked like I might.
The Dragon’s fingers twitched against the desk. His shoulders were still, but his chest was rising faster now.
And I knew it wasn’t panic.
It was full-body hunger.
One of the twins leaned slightly forward and widened his eyes.
“Also. . .I was wondering if you were able to get any sleep?”
“Not yet.” His gaze fell to that black lace bra flashing beneath the sheer blouse. “However, I plan to be in bed very. Fucking. Soon.”
I licked my lips again.
He loudly groaned.
I tilted my head slightly and pointed toward his bandaged cheek. “What happened?”
“This?” Kenji lifted his hand and brushed two fingers against the small bandage high on his cheekbone, like he’d forgotten it was even there. “Someone shot at me.”
“What?!” Every drop of femme fatale I’d wrapped around my spine slipped right off.
Kenji’s lips curled—not into a smirk, but something deeper. Darker. “Don’t worry, Tora. I easily dodged it. The bullet only grazed my cheek. I felt no pain. Just vengeance.”
Snorting, Lollipop guy rolled his eyes so hard I thought his pupils might get stuck in the back of his skull.
Kenji went on like he hadn’t seen it. “And if you’re worried about the one who shot me, he is dead. It happened in seconds and I showed no mercy.”
My eyes widened. “Oh.”
Lollipop guy rolled his eyes again.
Okay. So maybe Kenji was adding a little extra spice to the story. A touch of sauce. Maybe even the whole bottle. But still—I was impressed. And worried. My gaze flicked from the bandage to his chest, like maybe I’d missed another wound.
What the fuck? Who was crazy enough to shoot at you on this island?
But on another note. . .it was the way Lollipop guy kept rolling his eyes that told me something deeper. He wasn’t one of Kenji’s men. No one else would take that kind of liberty. No soldier under the Dragon would make faces while he spoke. Not unless he wanted to disappear.
This guy?
He was unbothered.
Casual.
Even a little entertained.
This must be his brother, Hiro.
They had the same deep set eyes. That was the first thing I noticed as I looked from Kenji to Hiro. Their noses matched too. Slightly wide at the base. At the top, strong, straight, and sculpted.
Even the way they leaned against the desk—muscular arms braced, weight shifted slightly to the side—was identical. There was even that same sultry masculine tension in their shoulders.
I was going to say hello to Hiro, but then the maybe-baby mama loudly screamed like Reo was assaulting her.
