"Why don't you relax and make yourself a little more comfortable so we can get acquainted."She turned and walked away toward the bed. Her gorgeous ful... hips swayed with each step she took. How was she? Why did James feel the need to set him up with another woman? Was Jocelyn in on this?Mimi kicked of her sandals and leaned down and opened a small refrigerator and bought out a bottle of wine. Tom sat his bag on a luggage rack. He was determined to ask questions.James & Jocelyn were seated on a. He looked at me with narrowed eyes. "Have a seat Miss Taylor and please explain to me why you could not make it to my office in the ten minutes that I had given you."I sat in the chair and rested my hands in my lap. "Well, Mr. Smith I had to stop at the restroom first. I came here as soon as I was finished. I am sorry that I was late." Well, young lady we seem to have a problem here. You are in grave danger of flunking out of my class. Plus in addition you seem to have a problem with telling. Then the designs flew off the pages. When they hit the air, they became suspended, lightly floated in front of my face. I pushed them back with my hand. They caught, and I pushed harder. ‘Blow,’ I heard Ruth whisper and I blew the patterns away, revealing her. She was sitting with her legs spread wide, and in her hands she had a knife. ‘What are you doing?’ ‘Sacrifice me, baby.’ Baby? Fuck. I woke up sweating. That was not the type of dream guys wish for, let me tell you. Like, if that were a. She had never shopped with a patient man like this before. Japanese men would all act up. Clearly each shop assistant was so impressed by an elegant attractive young Japanese woman arriving in a chauffer driven limousine. Not only a Lexus limo, but with an assistant in tow. And to really top it all off—like a cherry perched on a white mound of whipped cream—there was John. The shop girls would gaze in wonder at the hunky handsome Caucasian man Minako had pulled into their shop. They were in.