Lane’s knees felt rubbery, like they were about to buckle from under him as the scent of Takasawa’s cologne remained in the air after he passed. Lane went back to tending bar, nervous about the meeting between Takasawa and Jiro. Was Takasawa serious about dating him, or was he just wasting his time?
Lane was busy serving a customer when Takasawa appeared. He walked behind the bar and pulled Lane into his arms. The customer just stood there in awe as Takasawa planted a mind-blowing kiss to Lane’s lips. Takasawa’s tongue darted inside Lane’s mouth and swirled around with his.
Lane’s body relaxed in the man’s arms, overcome by the sensuality of the kiss.
Takasawa released him. “Jiro has agreed to release you from your contract.” He smiled broadly. “I’ll see you after your shift.” He walked away, leaving Lane breathless.
The customer at the bar just winked and smirked at Lane.
Lane went back to his work, cleaning the top of the bar and restocking the liquor, not really paying attention to anything but ending his work day.
True to his word Lane found Takasawa waiting for him when his shift ended. He had another guy with him, a big brawny fellow who reminded Lane of a wrestler.
The other guy looked him over from head toe. “You’re not full Japanese, are you?”
Lane shook his head. “My mother was an American. Will this be a problem?”
“No,” Takasawa said. “Pay him no mind. In fact the blue eyes make you look more exotic.” Those were the last words Takasawa said to him for a long time.
Lane followed both gentlemen out of the bar to a dark sedan in the bar’s parking lot. Takasawa never introduced the other guy, but the three of them got into the car. A chauffeur waited to drive them away.
Takasawa gave the driver Lane’s address, which Lane figured he got from Jiro. The driver drove the few blocks to Lane’s apartment and then parked.
“Go in and get what you need. You won’t be returning. Do not bring clothes.”
Lane exited the car and went into his apartment. He didn’t have much, so he gathered just a few personal things and wondered what would become of the stuff he left behind. He supposed the landlord would probably throw out everything he couldn’t sell. Lane didn’t care. He wasn’t materialistic. He returned to the car with his things and the chauffeur waited with the trunk open.
The chauffeur was a short guy but had a lot of muscle.
Lane bowed to him and then placed his things in the trunk. He and the driver reentered the sedan.
Takasawa just looked at him and then went back to his conversation with the other guy.
Lane didn’t mind since it gave him more time to study Takasawa Toshiba more closely.
Takasawa had a handsome, almost pretty face, with long, dark eyelashes and a prominent brow.
Lane allowed his gaze to sweep over the man’s straight nose and full lips. Like the other guy, Takasawa had some serious muscle beneath his dark-blue suit. He suspected it came in handy in his line of work.
Lane stood five feet nine and Takasawa towered over him. The man also had such an eloquent voice, soft, deep, and commanding. Yes, he had made the right decision. If he was to be a kept man, Takasawa Toshiba was his best bet for a lover. Giving up his job and worldly possessions was a small price to pay for lifetime of companionship. Becoming a member of the notorious yakuza was something he’d work out one day at a time.
The chauffeur dropped the other man off at the apartment building, leaving him alone with Takasawa.
“Are you nervous?”
Lane nodded. “A little.”
Takasawa smirked at him. “You should be, but I give you props for being bold enough to accept me as your lover.” He paused. “Do you have any family?”
“No, sir. My mother died when I was five, and I never knew my father. I lived at an orphanage until my eighteenth birthday.”
Takasawa seemed to consider what he’d had told him. “Have you ever been with a man before?”
Lane lowered his head. “No.”
“Have you ever been with a woman before?”
Takasawa chuckled. “You are full of surprises. You honor me by allowing me to be your first.”
“I wanted to save myself for someone special. That was also my first kiss.”
Takasawa stopped chuckling. “How old are you?”
“Twenty-four.” They’d known each other for years, but never got around to asking personal questions.
“And you’ve never been kissed?”
Lane shook his head. “I’ve never dated anyone either. I went to work at the bar right after I left the orphanage, and I don’t have many friends. Like I said before, I was saving myself for someone special.”
“And you picked the son of a yakuza boss? Either you’re pretty naïve or you are a poor judge of character. Do you know anything about me? Are you aware of the things I’ve done? If you think being with me is going to be a bed of roses, you better think again. Someone is always trying to kill me. You will inherit my enemies, and you’ll have to give up almost all your freedom and watch your back. And for what? To lie with me.”
Lane lifted his head and braved up enough to look Takasawa in those bloodthirsty eyes. “I don’t care. I want to be with you.” He knew Takasawa was just trying to test him. He’d made his decision and he wasn’t turning back.