Page 95 of The Dragon 1
I nearly crushed the cup in my hand.
Is she trying to start a war in Japan?
I had to calm myself.
She didn’t know who she was playing with.
Not yet.
I didn’t even lift my cup to drink. “You won’t go to any other soaplands.”
Her eyes narrowed. “Look. I came to Tokyo to write a book about the underground sex industry.”
I stayed silent.
“How am I going to do that if you’re banning me fromallof Japan’s red-light districts?”
“Your research is dangerous.”
“I don’t care.”
“You should.”
Her chin lifted. “You don’t get to be as successful as I am from being afraid to do things.”
Mmmm.
The way she said it. Like a woman who had already walked through fire and would do it again with no hesitation. It all made my cock stir in my pants.
Then—she smiled. “However. . .if you think it would besodangerous. . .maybeyoucan be next to me when I do my research.”
A hum of desire pulsed through me—low and deep, centered between my ribs and my cock.
She’s very good.
I imagined it all in one blinding flash.
Standing beside her in a red-lit corridor while shadows danced behind paper screens. The scent of sweat, perfume, incense. Watching her gaze linger as a woman in a latex suit moaned on a rotating stage.
Seeing Nyomi’s pupils dilate, her breath hitch, her thighs clench.
Knowing she was turned on.
KnowingIwould be the one to deal with all that heat later.
I grinned slowly. “Naughty Tora, I believe you’re starting to understand your power.”
“Sounds like you want to be my research assistant,” she tilted her head. “Do we have a deal, Kenji?”
“We do.”
The surprise in her eyes made my chest thrum. She hadn’t fully expected my quick agreement. She probably thought it would have been more of a verbal battle. Perhaps, she had even more counters to raise spinning around in her head.
Either way, I liked that I surprised her.
“Well. . .” She blinked. “Then. . .thank you.”
I nodded and took a skip of my saké.
