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But it’s the good kind of dirty, if there’s even such a thing.
The dress, the heels, the makeup—they’re all doing wonders for my self-esteem and my confidence. But as sleek and sexy as I feel all dolled up, there’s no denying the silver vibrator stuffed inside me or the fact that my mouth is coated with the salty-sweet tang of Uri’s cum.
I can’t help licking my lips as I step out of Uri’s vintage Rolls Royce in front of the doors of Sakura.
The restaurant’s black doors are inlaid with a pattern of cherry blossoms in pure ivory. This place is for fancy people, important people. This place is for women with fur stoles and personal shoppers. Not for a grubby little travel journalist who just swallowed a toxic man’s seed half an hour ago and badly wants to do it again.
My heart is pinging loudly.You do not belong here,it’s trying to tell me.You do not belong in this world.
That’s never been clearer than when I walk into the crowded restaurant and all eyes turn to me. It really does feel like every head swivels in my direction. I take a step back and walk right into Uri’s open hand. It settles on the small of my back and he pulls me closer.
“Uri, why is everyone staring?” I whisper.
“Because you’re beautiful,” he says in such a matter of fact way that I can’t even argue. Then he leads me to a table in, wouldn’t ya know it, the very center of the restaurant.
As we make our way there, a few different men actuallystand upas we pass. Some shake Uri’s hand; others just give him a head nod. But almost everyone there acknowledges him in some way.
And it begs the question:what the hell is going on?
Uri slides the chair out for me before he sits down himself. A string quartet plays light music from the corner and the murmur of the other diners percolates through the dining room. But while it seems like everyone has just gone back to their own conversations, I can still feel the weight of their stares, their attention.
It’s almost enough to make me forget that I’m literally wearing a sex toy.
“That was… weird.”
Uri folds his hands together. “What was?”
“Are you kidding? What was that entrance? I’m surprised the whole restaurant didn’t do a collective curtsy.”
He snorts. “You’re a dramatic one.”
I just squint at him curiously. “Are you reallythatimportant? Or are you just that scary?”
“I’d like to think I’m both.”
I glance to the side and catch one of the women from the adjacent table staring at me. She whips her head back around the moment I catch her.Real subtle.
“Who are all these people?”
Uri’s gaze hasn’t once veered to any of the other tables. Maybe he’s just being a gentleman and focusing his attention on me. But I have a feeling it’s more than that. It feels like a power move.I’m way too important to be interested in any of you.
Uri shrugs. “Some arevors; some are business colleagues; some are simply acquaintances.”
“You’re telling me that everyone here is connected to—” I lean in and pull my voice down to a whisper. “—themob?”
He glowers at me. “The Bratva,” he says haughtily. “It’s a totally different beast.”
“Oh, for God’s sake. Every bad guy likes to think they’re the first to ever do it. You all break laws, sell drugs, make a bunch of money in all kinds of illegal ways. So tell me the difference.”
He leans in towards me with an irresistible grin on his face. “The difference is that we never get caught.”
Not gonna lie—that one sends a shiver down my spine. I take another peek around the restaurant and I catch more sets of eyes on us. “You brought me here to make some sort of point, didn’t you?”
He leans back a little and regards me curiously.
“Well?” I press.
“You’re the first one of my dates to ever ask me that question.”
