Page 46 of The Dragon 3


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I pulled a drawer open and spotted sleep masks, lace-trimmed slips, and seamless underthings in my exact size.

Not close.

Exact.

Then the perfumes. A full shelf of them. Not just popular designer bottles, but rare niche fragrances I’d only bookmarked on wish lists: Kilian, Le Labo, Roja Dove.

Another was a scent I once sampled in Paris and never forgot.

Midnight Seduction. How did they get that? This is. . .too much of a coincidence.

I looked at him. “So. . .some of this stuff is. . .familiar.”

Sako nodded. “My understanding is that a hacker checked your browser history and noted anything dealing with online shopping or wish lists.”

“Oh.”

So. . .they saw my porn history too? Yikes.

I cleared my throat. “They did all of that tonight?”

Sako appeared uncomfortable with the next words. “My. . .understanding is that the hacker was given the assignment after your first date, but I am not sure.”

O-kay. . .

Kenji had a hacker studying me. It wasn’t just one of his men watching me on a camera or digging through my trash. No. Someone had beeninsidemy digital life. My wish lists. My search history. My bookmarks. Someone had sifted through every casual scroll, every impulse-click, every late-night indulgence I never thought anyone would see.

My world cracked open a little.

I wasn’t sure if it was awe or alarm bleeding into my chest.

My gaze landed on this perfume that I was sure I’d only sampled once in a boutique in Manhattan, a scent I’d never even posted about.

Just sniffed.

Closed my eyes.

And smiled.

It hadn’t even made it onto a wish list.

And yet…here it was. Tucked between bottles of expensive perfume.

Poison Berry? What the fuck?

My throat tightened.

This wasn’t just surveillance. This was obsessiveattention. This was someone listening for what I didn’t say. And yeah, it was a little twisted.

But so was I.

Yeah. . .something is wrong with me. I lowkey like it even though I’m freaked out at the same time.

My pulse stuttered.

Sako led me back through the bedroom, then opened another door. “And here is the bathroom.”

I stepped inside and nearly moaned.