Jenny Anderson's POV
The darkness embraced my body, but the cold of the room couldn't compare to the fire burning through me as he watched me from his seat. Dragon crossed his arms, emphasizing his defined muscles and tattoos, then ran his hand along the faint stubble on his jaw. His eyes swept over me, lingering on the curve of my breasts down to the arch of my hips.
"Jenny," his voice was deep, just as I expected, as the words rolled off his tongue.
"You're late."
"I got a little lost..."
I lied. It had taken me five whole minutes to gather the courage to knock on the door.
He stood and made his way toward me. The black belt around his waist faced me as he gently gripped my chin, tilting my head up to meet his empty gaze.
"I don't like it when people are late, Jenny An
