No Ordinary Love
Shit.
    He laughed. “Good. I’ll keep it outside my door. Maybe it’ll scare people off and stop them from knocking on it.”
    “You’re pretty busy?”
    “Yes.” He set my gift down. One of his men immediately grabbed it and took the plant away. “Now on to our compromise on touching.”
    “Dear God, it’s not a compromise on touching. Again, I want to compromise on the study. I have to finish this book. It’s not only my job, but an obsession, to study Tokyo's sex industry.”
    “Many would say that there is no sex industry here.”
    “They would be wrong.”
    “So you want access?”
    “Yes.”
    “And I want access to you.” He tilted forward. “So tell me, if I give you a pass to come and observe Castle in the Sky as well as other soaplands, what do I get out of it?”
    Here we go again. Can this bastard think about anything besides sex?
    “What do you want?” I sighed.
    “You.”
    “ You is not really an answer.” I avoided his eyes. “I already said I would date you. How do you want me?”
    “Any and every way possible.” He reached his hand out to mine and trailed his finger across my wrist. “Naked and on my bed, first. Later, there would be other ways and positions.”
    I stirred in my seat and moved my hand. “I’m … I don’t know about that. I find you attractive and everything, but it sounds like you’re saying I must have sex with you in order to get what I need. I’m no sex slave.”
    “No, I didn’t think you were, but you asked me what I wanted. That was my answer.” He pulled one of my hands close to him, flattened it on the table, and stroked it. “However, I’m a logical man. I’ll give you access to Castle in the Sky as well as my district. But your remaining weeks in Tokyo must be with me. I want your free time to be exclusive to me, and no one else.”
    I chewed the inside of my cheek before responding, “I'm going to need you to elaborate. What does being with you mean?”
    “Like I've said before, I want to date you.”
    “Nothing else?”
    “No.”
    “Come on. I’m being serious. Are you talking about sex, oral, anal, or anything else?”
    “No. I’m talking about spending time with me, sipping sake, and possibly being entertained by something around us. As far as the sex is concerned, I don’t want your body unless you beg for it, and you will, until your voice is hoarse and your lovely panties are soaking wet.”
    I leaned forward. “I won't.”
    “We’ll see.”
    “Whatever,” I muttered. “Anyway, are you prepared to hear the word no over and over for these next three weeks?”
    “I'm prepared for it all.”
    I cleared my throat. “I could spend time with you, but not all of it. I'm visiting a friend so I can't give every minute of my day. Plus, I want to research the district at night.”
    He leaned back in his chair. A frown spread across his face. “Is this friend Zo without the e?”
    “Yes.”
    “You dated him.”
    “That's a yes.”
    “That wasn't a question. Are you still dating now?”
    “No.”
    “Why not?”
    “Not compatible. Plus, neither one of us wants any sort of commitment. We're free birds.”
    “You're staying with him?”
    “Yes. Tokyo hotels are expensive. It's helpful to have a good friend in the area, one who would let me sleep on his futon and not expect anything else.”
    “And this Zo without an e is that sort of friend?”
    “Yes.”
    The line of his jaw twitched, but his face portrayed nothing else. “Then how about we agree that your nights are mine. I'll spend time with you during your research.”
    That’s fair. Weird. Odd. Slightly enticing, but fair.
    “Okay,” I said. “I just want to make sure we both understand each other. Am I expected to have sex with you at all?”
    His fingers painted delicious, shiver-inducing strokes along my skin. “No.”
    “So we just hang out—”
    “Date.”
    I sighed. “So we just date?”
    “Yes, Tora.”
    “My name is Nyomi.”
    “For others, yes. For

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