Excerpt from Book 1: Jada Versailles and Ayano Ilanescu
(Jada has revealed her dual identity as Cheshire and met with his very shady lawyer to plan for emergencies.)
After about an hour, they all felt satisfied that they had covered the basics, at least, to prevent a legal disaster. The ball was rolling. Jada had a good feeling about Dovydas. All of his advice had been well thought out, practical, and creative.
Ayano had walked Dovydas out and returned to his office, where Jada was going over some notes she took.
"So,
Cheshire
... are you going to let me see the costume? Can I fuck you in it?" Ayano asked, leaning over her shoulder. He swept aside the curtain of her long black hair and nuzzled her neck. She smelled like plumeria. "I still can't believe you were mad about a gunshot and some drugs when you've been little miss international Yakuza ninja thief."
"Ayano, it's different. I was in danger and I want to be prepared. Wasn't it you who said we shouldn't surprise each other?" she said. She was so excited that she remembered something he said to use against him. She stood up and faced him.
"Ha," Ayano said, looking down and smiling. He ran his hand through his hair. "We'll just have to see how this all plays out. You might be safer if no one knows you're in on all this, if my enemies think you're just a girlfriend and not a... an ally? You want to be my ally?"
"It depends how big and bad you really are," she said cautiously, and a little flirtatiously.
"
Bine, bine
... I'll run it by my inner circle. See what we decide to tell you about. But if you wanna know how bad I am, it's pretty bad..." he said, stepping closer. "And if you wanna know how big I am... it's pretty big..." he told her in a low voice, pushing his cock up against her. Sometimes, his movements made him seem like a bullfighter. So elegant and skillful. But, other times, he seemed like a dark rock star like Dave Navarro. If Dave Navarro was a built, violent maniac. "Maybe too big for you. Is that what you're afraid of?" Jada smirked at him.
"I'm not afraid. Just don't think I'm going to work for you."
"Aw..." He frowned, holding her hands at her sides. "Can we
pretend
that you work for me?" When he wore all black and a large silver belt buckle, it looked like his cock was leading him everywhere. Which was probably somewhat true.
"You want to role play?" She grinned. He was an out-of-control, sex maniac criminal. A violent, drug-using criminal. Unfortunately, the wrong parts of her took note of this.
"Yeah. Be my secretary," he requested, running his fingers firmly down her back. "Can you put on a short, short skirt? And that black shiny little top? And high heels." He caressed her breasts, groping her over the bra.
"Okay. How long have I worked for you?" she clarified, now grabbing his wrists.
"Uh, you've just settled in. A month," he said, humoring her.
"Am I married?" She fluttered her eyelashes.
"Yes, you're definitely married. And your husband just lost his job."
"What about you?"