His Revenge Baby: 50 Loving States, Washington (12 page)

Lilli shook her head, feeling very confused. “I don’t understand. What hotel?”

Now it was Miyuki’s turn to look confused. “He did not tell you? I thought…”

“Tell me what?” she asked.

Now for the very first time, Lilli saw Miyuki blush. “I am sorry, Ana-san. When I come here this morning with suit, Mr. Nakamura tell me make sure you are packed and have good breakfast before you join him at Kansai Airport.”

Lilli blinked at her, really not understanding.

“Singapore,” Miyuki clarified. “He would like for you come with.”

“Oh!” Lilli said, finally realizing No wanted her to travel with him to Singapore.

At first her heart lit up at the possibility, but then she remembered that a passport was required to travel. A real one like the one Lilliana Tucker possessed, but Ana

Granger did not.

“I’m not sure I can come. You see my passport…” Lilli said, scrambling for a legitimate excuse for why Ana Granger didn’t have a passport. “…my visa is kind of, sort of, expired…” she started.

“Yes, that is common problem for Osaka Charm girl…” Miyuki answered with a gentle smile. “I hope you don’t mind, but when I didn’t find your passport during move, I take some care of thing for you…”

A FEW HOURS LATER, Lilli came to be walking through the door of a very posh lounge at the Kansai International Airport with Miyuki by her side.

She’d once read this airport was among the most expensive in the world at which to land a private plane. But here was Norio Nakamura, at the bar, drinking a glass of what she’d later find out was his preferred Japanese whisky, as if hanging out at private airport lounge bars was a long-held past time.

And here she was, wearing a pair of red-bottomed heels and a dress she was fairly certain cost more than she used to get paid in a whole month at the Osaka International School. And thanks to Miyuki, Lilli—or rather Ana—had a new American passport in her Hermès bag.

Upon seeing the two women, Mr. Nakamura stood. Hands going to his side as he and Miyuki exchanges bows. Miyuki then launched into a stream of Japanese, at the end of which it seemed to be decided that she would head out to the plane before them.

“I will make sure plane is ready,” she explained to Lilli with another bow. “You and Mr. Nakamura can have drink here, okay?”

“Sure…” Lilli answered, noticing that the lounge’s bartender had magically appeared behind the bar and seemed to be waiting for her order.

She requested a Midori Sour, a drink she’d happily discovered during her time in Japan. And she chose to watch the bartender throw together the green concoction instead of talking to the man who had returned to his seat beside her.

The awkwardness, it would seem, was back and she had no idea what to say to him after last night. But eventually the bartender finished with her cocktail and set it down in front of her. He must have understood that despite their lack of interaction, she was drinking on Mr. Nakamura’s dime, because after a polite smile and presentation wave, he left to serve a businessman at the other end of the bar without asking her to pay for the drink.

“Hi,” she said after taking a fortifying sip of the deliciously sweet drink.

“Hello,” he answered in more formal English with a small bow of his head.

He was so reserved now, she noticed, and very removed. She lowered her voice to ask, “So last night. You asked me to call you ‘No.’ Was that some kind of weird post-ramen dream or did that really happen?”

And that’s when a small miracle occurred. A smile spread across Norio’s face, taking it from handsome to beautiful in less than a second. “
Chigau
, Ana-san,” he answered.

“That was not a ramen dream. In public, Mr. Nakamura. In private...”

He didn’t finish the sentence, just held her gaze, his eyes intent on hers. Letting her know without touching how different “in private” would be for them from now on…

Chapter Seventeen

LILLI WASN’T ACTUALLY an ESL teacher, but she had met plenty of them at her school and even more at the local
gaijin
bar she sometimes went to with her OIS teacher friends. There had been one guy, round and heavy-lidded with that permanently doped-out look some Americans get when they smoke too much weed—or in the case of Japan—hash.

His life plan, he’d told her over separately bought Asahis, was working one year in Japan, then living two years in Thailand. He’d done this over and over again during his twenties, and was now into his early thirties. He’d maybe even keep the cycle going into his forties if he ever found a Japanese girl (his preferred nationality for dating) who wanted to live that way with him. But so far, he’d complained, no girl he’d brought with him to Thailand had lasted beyond the first year of having nothing to do but complete freedom.

Lilli, who loved her job and felt called to nursing, tried to comprehend his way of thinking. Did Japan feel way too fast compared to the slowness of Thailand? she’d asked him.

“Actually, it’s the opposite,” he’d claimed. “The two years in Thailand always go by fast. Blip, and they’re gone. But the year in Japan. It drags on and on. Like serving out a jail sentence.”

Lilli had laughed, as you do, but she still hadn’t understood. Not really.

Not until her time with No. One night turned into a week-long business trip to Singapore, which turned into a few short weeks at home with more trips thrown in.

Lilli Tucker had only ever traveled to Canada, and then to Japan in order to help her brother whose Japanese wife had died of cancer. But Ana Granger got to travel all over the Eastern Hemisphere with her Japanese lover. A conference in Australia, a special meeting in Hong Kong, division check-in trips to Korea and Taiwan. It became all too easy for Lilli to lose count of the weeks, despite having little to do except primp and have sex.

She became lost in a world of expensive hotel rooms and spa appointments. Soon grew accustomed to a life of waking up to take her birth control pill under Miyuki’s supervision, eating, then spending the day sleeping off what No and she had done the night before. In fact, the only time the weeks didn’t seem to fly by was during her week

long breaks for periods, and getting primped for the next round of sex and hotel rooms.

It was all so heady, so unlike any life Lilli had ever known, or even imagined she could know when she moved to Japan. But forgetting about her old life, and the people she was supposedly doing this for, became all too easy over the next few months.

Before she knew it, five and a half months had flown by at the speed of light.

And one morning, she found herself sitting across from No on the love flat’s queen sized bed. Fucking herself with a toy he’d bought for her on their last trip to Taiwan.

Watching him watch her as she moved the toy’s pink bulb between her legs. With no embarrassment whatsoever.

It didn’t take long to prepare herself to sheath him. They’d been on a period break, and they tended to fuck like beasts when she came off of those. This morning they’d both woken early, their bodies in mutual agreement. And when she brought out his toy gift, he’d said, “Keep going.”

So she did. But only to the point where she could feel herself on the edge of coming.

She knew better than that, had been taught better than that. So before a mechanized orgasm overtook her, she put the toy aside and crawled to No on her hands and knees.

He was already fully erect just from watching her, but she took him in her mouth anyway. Head down, ass up, knowing how much he liked the view when she serviced him like this.

The familiar heaviness of his hand came down on the back of her neck soon after she went to work, stroking and sucking. But she stopped when the pre-cum started dribbling out onto her tongue, knowing how he preferred to watch her come before he did.

With slow, deliberate stretches, she reached across to the nightstand… pushed him back into a fully prone position so she could sheath him with the condom she’d pulled out of the drawer.

Then and only then did she allow herself to climb on top of him and sink down with a heavy sigh.

Fucking him this way made her feel sorry for every other girl on earth. To come while he watched were his only directives. And she’d found over the past several months that the harder she came, the more it seemed to please him.

If only every woman had such a generous lover, she thought to herself as she braced both hands on his chest and began to move.

What was really impressive to her was how steady his gaze stayed, even when she started going crazy on top of him, scratching at his chest as an orgasm overtook her.

The only surprise came at the crest. And it shouldn’t have surprised her, because he did it every time. Still… there was something about the sight of his hands reaching under the tank top she’d slept in. His long fingers seizing onto her nipples and twisting… pushing her over the edge with the cold remove of a hawk finishing its prey.

In fact, No continued to watch her with his dark predator stare, as she let out a keening cry, the orgasm intertwined with the pain as it ripped through her. And he didn’t let her nipples go until she was panting in the wake of another truly intense climax.

“Now you, please,” she murmured, looking down at him in the morning light.

With an amused look, he gripped her around the stem of her neck and pulled her

down to his level. Then he tilted his head. Waiting.

She had learned the meaning of this action, too, and she happily granted his silent request. Her mouth found his, taking what she wanted because she knew by now, it was what he wanted, too. She’d been so inexperienced five months ago, but now…well, it was difficult to explain. But if someone walked into this bedroom and told her she wasn’t the sexiest woman on earth, she’d find it hard to believe because No had so thoroughly convinced her otherwise.

She had self-esteem issues, she knew this, thanks to her college therapist. In fact she had so many, she’d warned Lilli that she might have a difficult time maintaining healthy boundaries in her personal relationships.

So true.

But damn if No didn’t make her feel better about herself in every way possible.

Especially when he came in that unique way of his, squeezing the back of her neck, roughly thrusting upward as if all he needed from her was one kiss to achieve his release. She loved feeling him in her like this. Loved the way he expanded inside her, before finally giving her what he’d been holding back.

No made Lilli feel like she could do no wrong. That every sexual instinct she had was on point. It was almost as if he’d introduced her to her sexuality.
Konnichiwa
, Sexuality. And now they were the best of friends. High-five.

This must have been what was meant by sexual awakening, she realized as she kissed and kissed and kissed him some more in Osaka’s morning light.

So long, that her hips began to once more roll on top of his cock. The action was much easier than it should have been, because he was hard again.

If they kept this up, Lilli would have to fish out another condom. A familiar scenario on Sunday mornings. But not on Wednesdays, she reminded herself.

No wasn’t even supposed to be here. He had shown up last night in that unannounced way of his with dinner and a bottle of expensive sake, a full forty-eight hours before their next scheduled “date.” Either due to instinct or, more likely, Miyuki telling him she was done with her period.

Cue the chair sex, followed by separate showers. Her first. Him last, making use of the upscale British-label toiletries he’d had Miyuki stock for him in the love flat’s bathroom. And as always, they’d fallen to sleep with her stroking his hair.

Lilli was so content. More content than she’d ever been with any other man in her entire life. But this morning a certain sorrow was crowding into her usual post-sex mood.

Ten more days, and one more trip to Tokyo in two days for the Nakamura Worldwide board meeting. That was all they had left together, and then they’d be done.

The thought compelled her hand back to the nightstand drawer. She rose off of him, thanking her nurse training for her super quick condom removal, disposal, and re-sheathing skills. Then her lips crashed down to his throat, and she covered him once again, this time with her sex, while giving him little nips that others wouldn’t be able to see under his collar.

The secret bites were another thing she liked to do to him in private, and she treasured his light chuckle as her teeth gently met his skin, and the way his eyes darkened when she sat back and peeled of her tank top. How had she been so incapable

of appreciating the fullness of her D-cups before meeting No? Now she rubbed her hands over them, enjoying each breast’s heavy roundness, as her hips once again started rolling.

Just the thought of the way he held still below her, his muscles tense between her thighs, made her want him again. While she had no desire to win the Narcissistic Escort of the Year award, watching him watch her had become one of her favorite past times.

And when she once more found herself getting close, she brought his hands up to her full breasts, inviting him to do that nasty, mean thing he liked to do to her nipples when she was about to...

“Oh, fuck…fuck…” Lilli gasped, curling over his chest into a half-fetal position.

How was it possible she came even harder the second time? Followed by more quaking when he did his single thrust release.

“Go to work,” she all but croaked, flopping onto her back after he’d filled the second condom. “Go to work before I end up trying to molest you again.”

“And if I tell you to keep going?” No turned to lean over her, bracing himself on one arm as he unleashed his most deadly weapon: his smile. It undid her every time, got her all riled like nothing else in his considerable arson of good looks could.

Lilli groaned. “If you said that, I’d keep going. You know I would. But I’m trying to be the better person, here. You’ve got to get to work, No, and I’ve got to go to my beauty appointments. So unless you want to see what I look like without any polish on, you should definitely go.”