Too Grand for Words (BookStrand Publishing Romance) by Natasza Waters Page B
Authors: Natasza Waters
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behind a bar, but instead they found themselves in a sparsely decorated lobby with serene Japanese architecture, the chi flowing freely.
“Please, follow me,” their hostess said, and shuffled down a wide hallway.
They passed several opaque glass doors as they wandered behind the gracious Madame Butterfly. She slid the door open at the very end of the hall and invited them to enter. A beautiful, tranquil room met her gaze. The walls, decorated with ornate designs of opal and pearl, soothed the eye. Beautiful silk sheets lay across large pillows in the middle of the floor.
Their hostess turned to them, holding two folded robes. She bowed, offering them. She looked up at Steven who smiled graciously. Madame Butterfly bowed again as she extended the delicate silk robe for her to take. She turned her palms up as their hostess laid it in her arms.
“Please, Mr. Porter, follow me. It will take a moment or two before she will be ready.”
“Ready?” she repeated, looking at Madame Butterfly, and then at Steven. “Ready for what?”
“Could we have a moment?” he said to the hostess.
She bowed and backed out of the room.
“Ready for what?” she said, her voice becoming dangerously low. “Are we getting a massage before lunch?” She looked around the sparsely decorated room. “And where is the table to eat on, or is it picnic style?” Pillows made of delicate silk covered the floor, but that was about it. An uncomfortable feeling tugged at her core.
“In this restaurant you share the meal a little more intimately. We will be the table,” he said simply, watching her carefully.
“Say what?” Losing her appetite, she backed up a step.
He closed the distance between them. “This place has a unique perspective on having a meal.” He slowly ran his hands down her arms, sending a small tremble through her. “It allows two people to capture each other’s energy, feeding each other in spirit by eating from the body. The food is prepared and…” He paused, considering something.
She didn’t like the burning look in his eyes. “And?” she said, her voice trembling.
“And my meal is presented on your body, and yours is presented on mine.”
She turned away from him, trying to center herself. “No, no way, not unless you’re thinking about using a fifty-foot-long chopstick.”
Even as she said it, lustful heat gathered in her belly with the idea of this man eating raw morsels of fish off her. The tingle turned into a hot flash thinking about his tongue licking sweet sauces from her skin. “If you want to eat off a beautiful body, you’ve come to the wrong place, Mr. Porter,” she said tersely.
Steven grasped her from behind, holding her gently and pulling her to his chest. “I know we’re both going to enjoy this.” He paused. “I don’t believe a woman responsible for a busy port would be anything other than bold and brave. I already know she’s beautiful.”
Their little hostess shuffled in and nodded, then stretched her arm out for Steven to follow her toward a private patio where a silk screen shielded the view from the room.
Five young geishas skittered into the room. Before she knew it, her clothes were gone, and the women flitted around her as she lay on the silk sheets. They arranged comfortable pillows under her head, and worked quickly to wrap her body in silk.
She looked at Madame Butterfly. “You’re not going to rub wasabi all over me, are you?” Moira’s eyes narrowed in warning at her. The girls giggled, and she laughed uncomfortably for a second, lying back with a groan caused by her own butterflies. This was nuts.
The girls returned carrying trays, and went to work. Within minutes, they had turned her into a body of art, painting beautifully colored symbols across her skin. Every type of sushi she’d ever seen, dotted her body in strategic spots. For extra decoration, pink and purple blossoms lay scattered for modesty.
Her nipples, now rock hard with nervous
“Please, follow me,” their hostess said, and shuffled down a wide hallway.
They passed several opaque glass doors as they wandered behind the gracious Madame Butterfly. She slid the door open at the very end of the hall and invited them to enter. A beautiful, tranquil room met her gaze. The walls, decorated with ornate designs of opal and pearl, soothed the eye. Beautiful silk sheets lay across large pillows in the middle of the floor.
Their hostess turned to them, holding two folded robes. She bowed, offering them. She looked up at Steven who smiled graciously. Madame Butterfly bowed again as she extended the delicate silk robe for her to take. She turned her palms up as their hostess laid it in her arms.
“Please, Mr. Porter, follow me. It will take a moment or two before she will be ready.”
“Ready?” she repeated, looking at Madame Butterfly, and then at Steven. “Ready for what?”
“Could we have a moment?” he said to the hostess.
She bowed and backed out of the room.
“Ready for what?” she said, her voice becoming dangerously low. “Are we getting a massage before lunch?” She looked around the sparsely decorated room. “And where is the table to eat on, or is it picnic style?” Pillows made of delicate silk covered the floor, but that was about it. An uncomfortable feeling tugged at her core.
“In this restaurant you share the meal a little more intimately. We will be the table,” he said simply, watching her carefully.
“Say what?” Losing her appetite, she backed up a step.
He closed the distance between them. “This place has a unique perspective on having a meal.” He slowly ran his hands down her arms, sending a small tremble through her. “It allows two people to capture each other’s energy, feeding each other in spirit by eating from the body. The food is prepared and…” He paused, considering something.
She didn’t like the burning look in his eyes. “And?” she said, her voice trembling.
“And my meal is presented on your body, and yours is presented on mine.”
She turned away from him, trying to center herself. “No, no way, not unless you’re thinking about using a fifty-foot-long chopstick.”
Even as she said it, lustful heat gathered in her belly with the idea of this man eating raw morsels of fish off her. The tingle turned into a hot flash thinking about his tongue licking sweet sauces from her skin. “If you want to eat off a beautiful body, you’ve come to the wrong place, Mr. Porter,” she said tersely.
Steven grasped her from behind, holding her gently and pulling her to his chest. “I know we’re both going to enjoy this.” He paused. “I don’t believe a woman responsible for a busy port would be anything other than bold and brave. I already know she’s beautiful.”
Their little hostess shuffled in and nodded, then stretched her arm out for Steven to follow her toward a private patio where a silk screen shielded the view from the room.
Five young geishas skittered into the room. Before she knew it, her clothes were gone, and the women flitted around her as she lay on the silk sheets. They arranged comfortable pillows under her head, and worked quickly to wrap her body in silk.
She looked at Madame Butterfly. “You’re not going to rub wasabi all over me, are you?” Moira’s eyes narrowed in warning at her. The girls giggled, and she laughed uncomfortably for a second, lying back with a groan caused by her own butterflies. This was nuts.
The girls returned carrying trays, and went to work. Within minutes, they had turned her into a body of art, painting beautifully colored symbols across her skin. Every type of sushi she’d ever seen, dotted her body in strategic spots. For extra decoration, pink and purple blossoms lay scattered for modesty.
Her nipples, now rock hard with nervous
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