The Devil Inside by Mia Amano

Kaito?”
    He grins back wolfishly. “I’m a paying customer, aren’t I?”
    I can’t argue with that. Instead, I keep quiet and pour the man a drink, keeping my anticipation tightly leashed. An entire week of Kaito? Holy hell. It’s only day one, and I’m already thinking of what lies underneath that perfectly tailored dark suit.  
    This is easily becoming the most insane thing I’ve ever done.  

Kaito

    We’re drawing attention. The bald prick who had his hands over Adele earlier is staring at us, his gaze unfocused and bleary. I glare at him, and he looks away. Mama-san is staring at us, stealing sneaky glances when she thinks I’m not looking. One of Masa’s security men is standing in the shadows, keeping a wary eye on me. I raise an eyebrow at him when I catch him looking. His expression doesn’t change, but his right hand twitches.
    His subconscious wants to reach for a knife, a sword, a gun, anything. My presence sets his alarm bells off, but he doesn’t know why.  
    I know the feeling. I know his type, very well.  
    But I haven’t done anything wrong, and all he can do is lurk in the shadows, watching.  
    “What’s with that dark expression?” Adele’s low, throaty voice wraps around me and pulls me in. I blink, surprised that I’ve let my guard down. That overpriced sake must be getting to me.  
    “What do you mean, dark?” I smother the bad thoughts before they can take root and frown, putting on my best mock-innocent look. Adele laughs. That sound might just be the best fucking thing I’ve heard in my entire life.  
    She’s gone through nearly half of that bottle of Ethereal Beauty on her own, and the more she drinks, the more she leans back on the velvet lounge chair, her long, mahogany hair becoming tousled and wild. Her slender, warm hand comes to rest on my thigh, creeping upwards. Before I can do anything, her long fingers are resting against my erection.  
    “You shouldn’t do that, Adele,” I warn, as she traps me in her liquid brown gaze.  
    “Why not?” Her eyes are wide and deceptively innocent. I’m not fooled.
    “Because if you tempt me any more, I’m going to take you out the back right now.”
    “And do what?”
    “Do what?” I raise an eyebrow. “Use your imagination, woman.”
    The fingers on my cock move back and forth, stroking it through the thin fabric of my pants. It drives me crazy. My heart is going a hundred miles an hour. I slide a hand between her warm thighs.  
    “I want you to say it,” she purrs, as she edges closer to me. “What are you going to do to me, Kaito?”
    If she wants to play, I can draw this out, too. Cheeky woman. “What do you want me to do, Adele?”
    “That depends,” her fingers find the buckle of my belt. She’s surprisingly dextrous, given the amount of booze she’s had. She easily unclasps the belt and the next thing I know she’s undoing the zipper of my pants.
    I look around, fighting to keep my expression unchanged. They can’t see what we’re doing under the table, but I feel exposed. I can’t afford to let this woman be my undoing, not here, not now.
    “You better slow down,” I murmur, torn between throwing caution to the wind and keeping it all under control.  
    “I can see that.”
    “You really should.”
    “Or what?”
    “Or I’m going to take you out the back and fuck you, slow and hard. In the office, in the bathroom, wherever they’re not going to hear us. Actually, I don’t even care if they hear us.”
    Adele withdraws her hand and stabs a finger into my chest. “Kaito, you have no idea how much I am dying for that. But right here, right now, it doesn’t work.”
    “Oh?” I blink. I wasn’t expecting that. Without thinking, I pull another cigarette from my jacket pocket with my free hand. I need something right now, a release.  
    As quickly as it appears, the cigarette is taken away.  
    “You’re paying for my company right now, Kaito.” She curls her fingers around the