Page 40 of Who Said Mobsters Were Scary?
Heart pounding, I lean in before I can think better of it. “Is this better?” I whisper in his ear, making sure I’m close enough so he can feel my breath against his skin.
He squeezes his legs, trapping my hand there. “Chai…” he huffs out, his scent intensifying.
I want his mouth. I don’t care where we are, I don’t care who’s watching. I want to rip the suit off him and lick every part of his body.
Leo shifts and my fingers brush against his erection. He’s hard. For me. Or because of me. It blows my mind and so does the next thought I have. I want to suck him. I want his dick in my mouth. I want to taste his arousal.
“So, what do you think, Chai?”
Naomi’s voice is like a cold bucket of water, dragging my laser focus away from Leo’s mostly concealed bulge to her face across the table. “Excuse me?”
The smirk that welcomes me is downright evil. She lifts an eyebrow at me this time, showcasing the most conceited look I’ve ever seen in my life. “About Leo’s first day. Are youpleasedwith hisservicesso far?”
I gawk at her, not missing the implication. Dread sobers me up. This is unacceptable. As much as I washaving fun, I can’t get carried away like this in public. Especially not with the man who’s supposed to be my bodyguard. If anyone caught wind of this and told my father, Leo would be fired before he’s even officially started.
Collecting myself as best as I can, I straighten up in my seat. “I have no complaints so far. Of course, that’s just the first day of Leo’s trial, so it’s hard to make an objective evaluation.”
“An objective evaluation you say…” she trails off, wrapping her mouth around the purple straw of her cocktail. “And how exa—”
My phone rings, cutting her off. I pick it up from the table, glad for the interruption, and glance at the caller ID. It’s Aran.
“Excuse me, I need to take this.”
I tilt my chin at Leo as I stand up. He nods and follows me to the corridor with the bathrooms to our left, where the noise is less and allows for conversation without the need to raise your voice.
“Hey, what’s the matter?” I answer the call.
Aran usually texts me if he wants to check in, so if he’s calling, it means that something needs my immediate attention.
“Where are you?” he asks in Japanese. There is an edge to his voice that’s not normally there. It immediately puts me on alert, diluting the pleasant tingling in my body despite Leo’s closeness.
“Still at Evio. I ran into some… acquaintances.”
“I’ve already called your driver. He’s outside.”
A bad feeling twists my stomach. I grip the phone tighter, meeting Leo’s gaze. He’s frowning and seems to have caught onto my unease.
“What is this about?” I argue with Aran, the start of a headache throbbing at my temples. This is unusual behavior for him, which means that something is up and, chances are, I’m not going to like it.
“Daichi. He’s paying the Keikai Estate a visit. He wants to meet Leon.”
My blood freezes. “What, tonight? What about Monday? I thought that’s when the introductions were happening.”
“One of our Tokyo warehouses was hit. He wants you to go there tomorrow and evaluate the losses. He’s also pushing forward the trip to Bangkok. There will be a pre-conference meeting and security needs arranging.”
Oh, so he doesn’t believe me we have a mole problem, but wants me to go evaluate the losses now? “How soon?”
“End of next week. It’s very last minute, so he needs you on the ground to check venues, guest lists, security systems and so on.”
My visit to Bangkok was scheduled for two weeks from now. I was going to brief Leo on Monday, granted everything went fine. Which it was going to be because I had stuff arranged for tomorrow. All of that goes out the window if my father wants to meet him today.
I fish out my pack of cigarettes and lean against the wall, sighing as I try to pick one out and light it up with my free hand. “Can’t you handle that Tokyo warehouse? I’d prefer if my father met Leo on Monday.”
“I have some business in Kyoto. Besides, Daichi was adamant that you go.”
I drop the lighter, cursing under my breath. Leo rushes to pick it up, snatching the cigarette from myfingers. He puts it in my mouth and leans in, lighting it up. I nod in thanks.
Taking a puff, I rake my hand through my hair, careful not to burn it or drip ash on it. “Have you told him? About Leo?”
