“Get ready?”
“Yes.” I rose and helped Nyomi to her feet too. "I'll see you soon."
"Where are you going?"
"You'll see."
She frowned. “You can at least give me a hint.”
“I said it was hot.”
“That’s not a damn clue. Lots of things can be hot.”
Chuckling, I walked toward the exit, thinking about what we had in store which made my cock begin to grow in my pants.
And every step away from her was a war against my own body.
Chapter eighteen
Consume
Nyomi
Kenji disappeared through the exit, and I watched him go until the shadows swallowed him whole.
Then I turned to face Hiroko.
She stood a few feet in front of me. That black leather kimono fit her like armor—stitched tight, gleaming under the candlelight.
Her gray hair pulled back in that severe knot.
Eyes sharp and assessing the whole scene.
I wondered what she thought about Kenji’s romantic dinner.
Then, her gaze landed on my neck.
On the bite marks.
She didn't flinch, but she did blink. And then her gaze moved on like she'd filed the information away in a drawer she'd open later.
Behind her, the two assistants weren't as composed. They spotted the bite marks and then I caught the glance between them—quick, wide-eyed, mouths pressed tight to keep from reacting.
One of them touched her own neck. Unconsciously. Like she could feel the sting just from looking at mine.
That told me everything.
Hiroko stepped forward. "Are you ready for your surprise today?"
I smoothed my hands down my sides. "I think. Kenji says it will be hot."
"That's an understatement." She turned and walked toward the far corridor without another word.
I fell into step beside her. “Are you going to give me a hint of what he has in store?”
“Absolutely not.”
“I thought we were cool.”
