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My pulse stuttered.
Not from fear.
But because part of me wanted to be naughty.
What the fuck?
Chapter two
Velvet Death
Nyomi
What did he mean by very naughty?
The words echoed long after they slipped past his lips.
He had saidvery naughtyand it wasn’t an observation.
It was a verdict.
My instinct was to snap back with some quirky comment but instinct didn’t belong here. Not in a country where I didn’t know all the customs and traditions. Not to forget the fact that this man was clearly Yakuza. I damned sure didn’t want any problems with them.
I pressed my damp palms to the sides of my jeans and tried to breathe through it.
Mr. Sato stared at me.
No smile now.
Just a heavy, bone-melting gaze.
Then he turned his face slightly and glared at Jun. A low, yet fluid string of Japanese left his lips. The words carved through the room, slicing the thick silence open.
I couldn’t understand a thing he said but every syllable pulsed with warning.
Oh shit. Is Jun in trouble? Am I about to get kicked out of here?
Zo got to my side.
I leaned his way and whispered. “What is he saying?”
Zo tilted his head toward me and kept his voice hushed. “Mr. Sato said ‘why didn’t you tell me she was so beautiful?’”
My eyes widened.
Zo continued. “Jun told him he didn’t think it mattered. Mr. Sato responded with, ‘of course it matters. Any man with a dick and a pair of eyes will be all over her.’”
My skin prickled.
Men didn’t typically describe me as beautiful, upon meeting me.
Wacky.
Nosy.
Talented.
Bitchy, if you asked the wrong ex.
