Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 66993 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66993 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
“We do.”
The surprise in her eyes made my chest thrum. She hadn’t fully expected my quick agreement. She probably thought it would have been more of a verbal battle. Perhaps, she had even more counters to raise spinning around in her head.
Either way, I liked that I surprised her.
“Well. . .” She blinked. “Then. . .thank you.”
I nodded and took a skip of my saké.
She watched me. “I know you’re probably busy, but. . .could we begin the research in a few days? When would be good for you?”
I thought of how wet her pussy would get during that supposed research. “We’ll start tomorrow night, Tora.”
“Oh. Really?”
“Yes.”
“You sound eager.”
“I’ve always wanted to be a research assistant. It’s been a dream of mine.”
She chuckled.
I turned to her presents for me. “What's inside of those?”
“If I wanted you to know, I wouldn’t have wrapped them.”
“Naughty Tora,” I grabbed the biggest gift and pulled it over to me—gold paper and brilliant bows. I loved her attention to detail and also wondered how she knew gold and black were my favorite colors.
Right as I began to tear through the paper, she spoke. “Stop. Kenji, you’re supposed to wait until after you leave me to open the gift. At least, that’s what my friend says.”
“I don't like waiting.”
“Clearly.”
What did she get me?
Chapter fifteen
The Penis Notion
Nyomi
Kenji tore into the wrapping paper like a wolf clawing through silk—feral, amused, and completely unbothered by the ribbons I’d tied so carefully.
When the paper fell away and the box yawned open, Kenji peered inside with the sort of anticipation I hadn’t expected from a man who probably received Rolexes and rare swords as stocking stuffers every Christmas.
He pulled out the plant.
I braced myself.
Is he going to like it? Or not?
Against Zo’s wishes, I’d spent the entire day searching for an incredibly special plant, one that looked as close to a penis as possible.
There weren't many out there and I doubted my pitiful attempt at Japanese had gotten my point across with many of the florists. A few had escorted me out each time I yelled out chinko and then tried to form a huge penis with my hands.
Regardless, I’d hit the jackpot at my last store by buying the titan arum.
It meant “giant phallus.”
One petal circled the bottom. At the center was a huge penis-shaped bunch of flowers that stuck together and soared up a foot.
Unfortunately, the downside of the poor titan anum was that it smelled like a dead animal.
The rank scent hit the air in seconds.
Kenji’s nose twitched.
Yep. I’ve ruined this great date. That’s what you get, Nyomi. Maybe. . .he’ll like my other present.
I coughed into my fist, trying to mask my chuckle.
Kenji peered at the plant. “I’m unsure of what message I should get from this gift.”
Yikes.
He continued, “being a lover of flowers, I’ve studied the titan arum before.”
Oh. He does know what it is.
I straightened in my chair, tugging the hem of my dress down over my thighs like it would somehow anchor my pride.
“On one hand, it resembles a huge penis,” he continued, holding the plant up for inspection. “Which I’m hoping was why you gave it to me.”
“And on the other hand?” I asked, unable to resist the game.
“On the other hand. . .it’s known as the corpse plant because of its odor.” He tilted his head, those dangerously beautiful eyes flickered with amusement. “Many have used it as a threat or warning and given it to their enemy. Are you threatening me, Tora?”
My mouth dropped. “Oh God, no. Go with the penis notion.”
The words escaped me like a runaway train.
Did I just say go with the penis notion?
Kenji laughed—a rare, full sound that wrapped around my spine and made something deep inside me clench.
“Good,” he set my gift down. “I’ll keep this outside my door. Maybe it’ll scare people off and stop them from knocking on it.”
I grinned. “Well. . .you gave me a clit flower so. . .it was only reasonable to give you a penis plant.”
To my surprise, he winked. “I agree.”
He reached out to grab the next present.
I moved his hands away. “No.”
Shocked, he looked at me. “Did you just stop me?”
“Yes.”
“No one stops me.”
“Well. . .you’re on a date with me, not here to open presents.”
Suddenly, a man came out of the shadows, dressed in all white. He was tall, clean-shaven, with long hair braided into a thick ponytail that fell past his waist.
Fast, the man grabbed the plant and took it away.
“Oh,” curious, I watched him walk off. “Who is that?”
“It’s not important.”
“I think it is.”
“He’s just one of my Fangs.”
I looked back at Kenji. “Your Fangs?”
“A dragon has fangs.”
I blinked. “Am I supposed to understand what that means?”
“You’re supposed to not concern yourself with those things.”
“I’m a writer. We want to know everything.”
“Is that so?”
“Yes,” I crossed my arms over my chest. “What does it mean to be one of your Fangs?”