this was for you too.”
It was a simple thing, but the sight just reminded her of one more thing Sione had never tried to do for her and it was enough to make Kehau feel like crying.
“Are those happy tears or sad, my dear?”
Kehau wiped away the tear that had started to form. “Happy, Mrs. Parajillo, very happy.”
Mrs. Parajillo gave her a hug and a pat on the back.
“Oh good. I'm glad to hear that, dear.”
“Thank you.” She smiled. I’m going to drive him crazy every day this week . Gone unti l Thursday and only gets texts in Wi-Fi? We’ll see about that.
*****
The day had been a long one already for Jaxson. Flying to Tokyo was not cheap and jet lag was always a royal ass pain. Could he have done everything over Skype? Possibly. But some things were meant to be done in person. And in his line of work, he wanted everybody involved to make sure they understood what they were getting. Unreal expectations and all that happy nonsense.
It justified why he was sitting in a corporate boardroom in downtown Tokyo, rather than chasing Kehau around a beach on Oahu. His mind slowly drifted back to Saturday night. Damn, what a good time that had been! He could still taste her cherry lip gloss, feel her hair playing across his hands, the way she’d moaned as she gave herself to him… Down boy ! he ordered himself as an erection began to build up. Now was neither the time nor the place for that, shifting in his chair to relieve the pressure.
“Mr. Kuznia, we need to discuss the options you have presented to us. May we speak with you again tomorrow morning, perhaps over a late breakfast?” Director Hiroyo Kikuchi asked.
“Of course.” He stood. “I will be in my hotel next door if any of you should require my services.”
Jax walked through the double doors of the building and out onto the Tokyo street as the late afternoon sun shone all around. He enjoyed Japan for visits. Granted the manner of doing business here was very different from America, but still enjoyable. Not as much fun as being with Kehau though ! That’s for damned sure ! If I keep thinking about her, the front desk will think I’m a pervert . He tried to relax.
A woman walking past tossed her hair over her shoulder and the scent hit him. She must have recently washed her hair with something fruity and delicious though, causing even more memories to run through his mind. Thursday will not get here fast enough ! As he walked along, a man followed him, shadowing his footsteps.
All the way up to the hotel room, he kept thinking about her. “Wonder what she’d want to see if she were here with me?” he mused aloud to the empty elevator. The door dinged, signally they'd stopped and the doors slid open smoothly. Jax exited, watching for any signs of trouble. It came with the territory. Xavier was waiting for him in the hallway. The elevator next to them dinged and the door opened. Out stepped the shadow.
“We should be good, boss. No trails that I picked up,” Joachim Drake announced.
Both men were slender, Joachim’s complexion being darker, his café au lait skin in sharp contrast to his razor-sharp black suit. Xavier was taller and lanky, wearing tattered blue jeans with a baseball sized bulge in his right cheek and heavily scuffed up work boots.
“So what's the news, hoss?” Xavier asked as he spit into a convenient wide-mouthed bottle.
“They seem solid, but Kikuchi needs to confirm it with the board.”
“Oh lovely,” the bearded Idahoan said as he swiped his room key through the lock.
“Relax, Hillbilly,” Jax countered. “If we don't get the contract it’s not the end of world.”
Within the multi-roomed suite, two more men lounged in casual pants and t-shirts. Normally, Jax traveled alone. After the Belmopan Incident, he never left American soil without an escort. This time it was the squad leaders. Donny "Rockstar" Seth, Marius "Pop Eye" Colonna, Xavier "Hillbilly" Bell, and Joachim "Dandy Man" Drake.
Even when
It was a simple thing, but the sight just reminded her of one more thing Sione had never tried to do for her and it was enough to make Kehau feel like crying.
“Are those happy tears or sad, my dear?”
Kehau wiped away the tear that had started to form. “Happy, Mrs. Parajillo, very happy.”
Mrs. Parajillo gave her a hug and a pat on the back.
“Oh good. I'm glad to hear that, dear.”
“Thank you.” She smiled. I’m going to drive him crazy every day this week . Gone unti l Thursday and only gets texts in Wi-Fi? We’ll see about that.
*****
The day had been a long one already for Jaxson. Flying to Tokyo was not cheap and jet lag was always a royal ass pain. Could he have done everything over Skype? Possibly. But some things were meant to be done in person. And in his line of work, he wanted everybody involved to make sure they understood what they were getting. Unreal expectations and all that happy nonsense.
It justified why he was sitting in a corporate boardroom in downtown Tokyo, rather than chasing Kehau around a beach on Oahu. His mind slowly drifted back to Saturday night. Damn, what a good time that had been! He could still taste her cherry lip gloss, feel her hair playing across his hands, the way she’d moaned as she gave herself to him… Down boy ! he ordered himself as an erection began to build up. Now was neither the time nor the place for that, shifting in his chair to relieve the pressure.
“Mr. Kuznia, we need to discuss the options you have presented to us. May we speak with you again tomorrow morning, perhaps over a late breakfast?” Director Hiroyo Kikuchi asked.
“Of course.” He stood. “I will be in my hotel next door if any of you should require my services.”
Jax walked through the double doors of the building and out onto the Tokyo street as the late afternoon sun shone all around. He enjoyed Japan for visits. Granted the manner of doing business here was very different from America, but still enjoyable. Not as much fun as being with Kehau though ! That’s for damned sure ! If I keep thinking about her, the front desk will think I’m a pervert . He tried to relax.
A woman walking past tossed her hair over her shoulder and the scent hit him. She must have recently washed her hair with something fruity and delicious though, causing even more memories to run through his mind. Thursday will not get here fast enough ! As he walked along, a man followed him, shadowing his footsteps.
All the way up to the hotel room, he kept thinking about her. “Wonder what she’d want to see if she were here with me?” he mused aloud to the empty elevator. The door dinged, signally they'd stopped and the doors slid open smoothly. Jax exited, watching for any signs of trouble. It came with the territory. Xavier was waiting for him in the hallway. The elevator next to them dinged and the door opened. Out stepped the shadow.
“We should be good, boss. No trails that I picked up,” Joachim Drake announced.
Both men were slender, Joachim’s complexion being darker, his café au lait skin in sharp contrast to his razor-sharp black suit. Xavier was taller and lanky, wearing tattered blue jeans with a baseball sized bulge in his right cheek and heavily scuffed up work boots.
“So what's the news, hoss?” Xavier asked as he spit into a convenient wide-mouthed bottle.
“They seem solid, but Kikuchi needs to confirm it with the board.”
“Oh lovely,” the bearded Idahoan said as he swiped his room key through the lock.
“Relax, Hillbilly,” Jax countered. “If we don't get the contract it’s not the end of world.”
Within the multi-roomed suite, two more men lounged in casual pants and t-shirts. Normally, Jax traveled alone. After the Belmopan Incident, he never left American soil without an escort. This time it was the squad leaders. Donny "Rockstar" Seth, Marius "Pop Eye" Colonna, Xavier "Hillbilly" Bell, and Joachim "Dandy Man" Drake.
Even when
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