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and I walked behind Simoun to disembark the jet. There was a car already waiting for us, blacked out and sleek as the night sky of Japan b

days at boarding school in China and I couldn't

. I missed having my father around. I missed indulging my sweet tooth with him. I missed watch

cky if I didn't h

r, watching as he bypassed me with his nose in his phone. Well, I guess I didn't need to expect a gentlemanly demeanor fr

as the type of man to ge

ushed by shops I used to shop in as a little girl. I smiled as I peered out the window at the darkened world behind the tin

eeded to be able to talk intelligently about him and act as if we were in love. If I'd read the file right, I was acting as his suppos

to go on. Even after

emu-ishe-shima National Park. I contained my excitement as it bubbled in my gut. I'd on

was quiet and removed,

him as he started ta

es a peek of the lean muscle he had underneath the layers of expensive fabrics. He had on thick-framed glasses that hid his emerald-green eyes, and his long, dexterous fingers continuously rolled over his phone screen

h with him wouldn't be as d

joye

onsidered myself a strong, independent woman, one who owned up to her faculties in life and never once shied away from things many men traditionally expected a woman of my stature to shy away from. But

hat line of work. I enjoyed clients who wanted me to be charming, intelligent, and well-mannered without all of the other stuff that came along with the reputation of a "call girl." Of the three men I'd

fetishes didn't trip my tr

out of the car. If he had addressed me, I'd been too deep in my thoughts to notice. I slipped out of the car

, and I had half a mind to tell 'S

ed a gorgeous cream color-much better than the brown they used to be. The furniture was all new. That terrible leather was gone, and it had been replaced

to go to my room and

Just charge it to the room. The bar, the fridge, the snack bar-all of it you can use. The spa s

r way. I am very eager to try the tub in the bath

things into my bedroom and headed straight for the bathroom, pouring an insane amount of bubbles into the hot water I had running. The tub was carved deep, made specifically for those with longer legs, like my

complete and not like the ch

f underneath the bubbles. They popped along my skin as the hot water took over, and my muscles

throbbing between my l

ater to soak the tendrils of my hair. The bathroom filled with the scent of rose petals, and I smoothed the b

t the loudest growl I'd

n reached for the fluffy robe hanging on the back of the bathroom door. I wrapped myself up in its warmth and sighed. I closed my eyes and imagined the arms of my fa

d a miniature feast fit for a queen: matsutake mushroom, a shrimp cocktail, kujira, a bottle of red wine, ruby roman grapes, and a matc

d down and wiped away a small trail of bubbles that led up the outside of my thigh, the sensation causing m

y legs as I reached for the blanket

ement caught the