Page 72 of The Dragon 1
Immediately, the seat came alive beneath me—quiet at first, then a soft hum stirred at the base of my spine, warm and rhythmic.
Oh shit.
Skilled electrical fingers coaxed tension from bone and breath. Rolls of pressure moved up the length of my back, kneading slow circles into muscle I hadn’t even realized were tight.
Damn, Kenji. Is this really how you ride around the city?
This wasn’t just a massage seat.
This was a seductive experience.
My thighs tingled. My eyelids fluttered. The stress I’d carried for days melted. Each knot loosened.
Sighing, I let my head fall back against the rest, letting it all wash over me.
This man is so spoiled, and. . .I’m super jealous.
The chauffeur drove us away.
Enjoying my massage, I pressed another button on the screen.
Suddenly a small, curved television came on at the opposite wall.
I grinned.
Why yes. I would love some entertainment with my massage.
A Japanese pop music video played on the TV. Five women danced in stylish clothes. Behind them, the backdrop pulsed with red lanterns swaying in artificial wind. Fog curled around their feet.
I turned the volume up a little.
The music hit hard.
Alright now.
I couldn’t understand what they were saying but the song was bass-heavy and rhythmic.
Even more since the channel was on, I wondered if Kenji loved watching music videos as he drove around Tokyo.
I set the remote control down, checked out the screen again, and pressed on the glowing glass image.
A second later, a silver tray slid out from a hidden compartment in front of me and held a single crystal flute already filled with chilled champagne.
That settles it. I don’t know how many books I will need to sell but I am getting a car like this.
Keeping my balance with the massage, I took the crystal flute from its silver cradle. The chilled stem kissed my fingertips.
This is the life.
I leaned back into the seat.
The leather sighed beneath me.
Outside the vehicle, Tokyo shimmered. Lantern reds, neon golds, and icy blue-whites streaked past in blurs of electric color. Buildings rose in sharp angles and curved glass.
I took a sip of the champagne.
Mmmm.
