Cleopatra Knight never expected to sleep with her handsome boss, Dante Damaso, during a trip to Tokyo. Their passionate nights lead to unexpected consequences, turning Cleo’s life upside down. Despite Dante’s jet-setting lifestyle and reluctance to settle down, he can’t forget Cleo. Living together, they both discover deeper feelings, and Cleo wonders if her heart’s desire is within reach.
“You do? All of them?” He seemed to have no shortage of female companions, and the thought of him going through this same distasteful scene with all of them was a little revolting. “I don’t trust many people,” he admitted, and his broad shoulders shifted uncomfortably. “That’s not a very romantic way to start a…
“You’ve seen every inch of my body,” she said. “I assumed that, over the course of the week, you’d have noticed the great, ugly scar on my knee?” “Of course I did,” he admitted. “And I’ve been meaning to ask you about it. Only-“ “Only you’ve never had the time?” she completed. Where would he…
The rest of their time in Tokyo sped by. Dante didn’t micromanage Cleo as much as before, solely because he didn’t have the time to oversee her every little move. She did her work efficiently and gave him no cause for complaint. Their nights were equally busy. They never spoke about it, never gave what…
What? The whole exchange left her feeling a little confused and flustered. She hoped she hadn’t offended him by implying his English was bad. “Let it go, Knight,” Dante muttered, clearly not as oblivious to their conversation as he had appeared to be earlier. “But . . .” “It’s the Japanese way to be self-effacing.…
“I don’t think I can move my legs,” Cleo whispered back, while she painfully tried to shift her position without crying out. “Daijoubu?” the woman asked, and Cleo recognized the question-which she’d heard often over the course of the week-as “Are you okay?” She shrugged miserably. “I’ll probably be okay once I get the feeling…
She turned around to face him and dropped a quick glance down at his huge, straining penis, which had her salivating for a completely different reason. “Put that thing away,” she said softly, nodding down at it decisively. “You and your insatiable penis will not be distracting me from my food this time.” He turned…
“I thought we weren’t going to do this again,” she whispered, and for a moment, while he continued to nuzzle and suck on her neck, she thought he hadn’t heard her. “But that would be a waste of some perfectly good sex, dulzura.” He ran his large hand down her naked back as he said…
“A late dinner?” she repeated, trying hard not to be charmed by that sweet gesture. It was the least he could do, after all, since he was the reason she was starving in the first place. “What time is it?” “Just after midnight. I got in about half an hour ago.” “The meeting ran that…
Praise Jesus! They had doughnuts! Cleo barely noticed all the bowing and talking around her as her senses homed in on that single, all-important fact. By now she was so hungry she actually felt faint, and if she could only get her hands on one of those gorgeous hoops of sugary goodness, all would be…
“We’ll remedy that immediately,” he assured her, squeezing her elbow briefly before letting her go completely. Cleo tried not to cry while she stared down at the minuscule serving of sushi in front of her. Ms. Inokawa had reserved a trendy sushi restaurant for lunch, and though Cleo wasn’t a huge fan of Japanese food,…