Page 23 of The Dragon 1

“Does it matter?”

“Well, I’m told that Japanese men who press up on women against their will arechikan? Is that what you are?”

“Do I look like a pervert that gropes people in subway trains?” He placed his hands on the door behind me and trapped my body further in his vicinity. “I’d like to suggest another option aside from you coming to learn about Tokyo’s sex scene.”

I inched to the left. “What is it?”

“Let me take you somewhere exquisite—rooftop view, candlelight, a chef who owes me favors. Then, we’ll dance. Somewhere quiet. Somewhere I can have you in my arms. . .just long enough to make you wonder what happens when the music stops.”

Well damn. . .

I widened my eyes.

"Have you ever been to Hachijo-jima?"

I shook my head. "No, I haven't."

A hint of a smile played on his lips. "It's a secluded island in the south of Tokyo. Lush landscapes and exquisite cuisine. I could arrange for us to dine there this evening. We'd depart by helicopter just after I conclude a brief meeting."

I was stunned silent.

He continued, “there’s a cliffside villa on Hachijo-jima that isn’t on any map. Private chef. A garden where the emperor once walked. That’s where I’d take you.”

The thought of soaring over the ocean to a remote island for an intimate dinner was as thrilling as it was unexpected. Kenji's proposition wasn't just about dining; it was an invitation into his world of opulence and spontaneity.

But I still could not forget that he was dangerous as fuck.

I cleared my throat. “Well. . .I don’t see how going out with you will help me complete my book.”

“Completing the book is your goal, not mine.”

“Then what’s your aim in taking me out?”

“To be inside you as soon as possible.”

My lips parted as he moved closer pressing his hard body into mine.

Oh fuck.

My nipples hardened. Dear god, why did they stiffen under the pressure of his solid frame smoothed against mine?

“Okay.” I shivered with lust. “You need to move, Mr. Sato.”

“I told you to call me, Kenji.”

“You’re too close,Kenji.”

“You’re lucky I don’t have the time before this meeting to pull off those jeans.”

My mouth dropped open.

I recovered quickly but barely. “I’m going to knee you, if you don’t give me space.”

He chuckled. “I don’t think anyone has ever said that to me before.”

“Well, there’s always a first time for everything,” I placed my hands on his chest and pushed him a little. “Are you going to move?”

“No. I’m going to see if you taste as sweet as you smell.”