things."
"How do you know about what lusting men do?"
"I mean, I've heard," Amaya corrected.
Her legs were still trembling even though they had come from the garden nearly an hour ago. Ichiro was just too much. A private secluded garden under a starry summer sky in Tokyo had set the scene for the perfect liaison between lovers. His kisses were soft, yet demanding, and his rock hard erection pressed against her crotch through their clothes did nothing but keep them both very turned on, even though it was impossible to complete the act. She couldn't wait to leave the party so she could take him back to her room and make a mess of him in her bed. She looked down at her watch, wondering how much longer she had to sit there being tortured.
Masaaki and Mr. Niigata walked over to the podium and thanked everyone for coming to the party.
Not much longer, she thought.
Amaya got up excused herself and walked off to the restroom. Poor Ichiro had dashed back to the men's room just as soon as they came in from the garden. The thought made her thong more uncomfortable.
"Are you okay?"
Shaundra turned to her right and found Yori watching her with a little too much interest. "I'm fine. I'm just a little tired." Her heart started beating fast again. The two of them hadn't spoken in a while and she actually missed hearing his voice and seeing him.
"This is almost over and you can go back to the hotel and sleep."
Sleep was the furthest thing from her mind. "Yes, I can't wait to get out of these clothes and get comfortable."
"Yes, I suppose a red thong is uncomfortable."
Shaundra scowled at him. "How do you know what I'm wearing under this gown? Can you see though the material?"
"No, Amaya told me that Harper Kehoe purchased this outfit for you along with some sexy underwear from one of her father's stores."
"So, it's no big secret. He thinks I'm a doll that he likes to dress."
He moved in closer to her. "Does he often buy you lingerie too?"
Shaundra stepped back suddenly realizing that she was still emotionally attached to him. "Not often, just since I've been here. He has had some really nice taste up until now. Thongs are for young women."
"I bet it looks good on you against that chocolate skin."
Shaundra gasped and clamped her thighs together. "Shush. Someone will hear you."
"I don't care."
She sniffed at him. "Are you drunk? You should care. What if Amaya hears you?"
"She's in the ladies room."
"You still shouldn't say it."
He touched her face with his finger. "You don't seem to have a problem with Ichiro seeing you in it."
Shaundra rolled her eyes at him and moved away from his hand. "No one is going to see me in it. I plan to get out of it as soon as I get to my room."
"Do you need any assistance getting out of it?"
Heat roared up through her body like a hot flash. "Stop teasing me, Yori. You are on a date with your fiancee. Should you be taking such liberties?" Damn her traitorous body.
"No, but I'm not stupid enough to pass up an opportunity like this."
"Sorry, but you had the chance and you chose your fiancee."
Yori removed his finger.
Ichiro and Amaya walked back into the ballroom together just as the party ended. Ichiro winked at her.
Anticipation rushed through her. This was really going to happen between the two of them. She smiled back. In less than an hour, she'd have him naked and ready. Finally, this trip to the other side of the world was starting to be fun.
Masaaki approached as the group walked toward the exit. He called the band members aside and told the rest of them to get into the limousines.
Ichiro squeezed her hand. "I'll be back in a second." He left and she followed Harper and the others out the door and into the waiting cars. Her cell phone went off. Shaundra dug into her clutch and retrieved it. "Hello."
"It's me, Ichiro. You're going to have to go back to the hotel without us. Mr. Niigata has arranged a business meeting for us at this very moment."
"Crap."
"What's wrong?" Harper asked.
Shaundra pounded the seat next to her with her fist. "Nothing. Aomori isn't coming back to the hotel with us. Mr. Niigata has called a meeting."
Stupid meeting.
Harper pushed the button and relayed the message to Kenshin.
The driver moved the car away from the curb.
"I'm sorry, Shaundra," Ichiro said to her through the receiver.