“Alrighty.” I picked up my glass of champagne and took a sip. “Apparently, most of the guests are going to beextratonight.”
Kenji snickered.
And I thought Zo was finished, but no. He hit a perfect 1920s flapper pose with one hand on his hip and the other raised over his head, and then he did a quick Charleston step with his knees turning in and out, in and out, before he sashayed a few steps forward.
Sir. . .can you come in?
"He doesn’t look too bad in a dress.” Hiro leaned forward and watched him cross the floor. "In fact, he's sexy in the right light. Is he single, Nyomi?"
"Yeah." I nodded slowly. "Sort of."
Across the table, Satoshi's mouth pressed flat and his gaze did not leave Zo. I wondered what was on his mind. Zo and him had enjoyed a steamy intimate night.
Will more come out of that? Or was it just a fling?
Satoshi sat very still in the way only soldiers sat still, with his hands flat on the table and his shoulders squared. To anyone who didn't know him, he looked composed. But I noticed how his thumb caressed the white linen tablecloth in small, seducing strokes.
Hmmm. Zo and him might be back at it tonight.
I put my view back on Zo who had not left the doorway.
Dude. . .
One of my helpers took pictures of him with his huge silver phone. Zo spun to the right, then to the left, and then he bent over and shook his ass which caused Satoshi to nervously clear his throat.
I thought Zo was done with the photo shoot until he twisted around and did a damned split.
For the love of God just come to the damn table!
Now while Zo slid into that split in seconds, it took him several minutes and two of my helpers to assist him getting his tall ass out of the split.
I shook my head.
Zo fixed his dress and waited by the doorway.
Now what are you doing?
Nika strutted in next.
“What is she doing here?” I froze.
Nika had on an exquisitely tailored black tuxedo, fitted to her tall frame. The jacket was nipped at her waist. A glossy black top hat sat tipped at a rakish angle on her braids.
A fake mustache rested above her lip and curled at the tips. She held a simple black cane in one hand and did a little bob with the jazz band’s beat.
What the FUCK?!
She was supposed to be on a plane with Deja headed to New York.
Nika held out her arm and Zo took it, letting me know that they were not only both high as fuck, but they’d apparently agreed to go as each other’s date. They headed over and both snapped pictures of the claw and giggled at each other.
Alright now. Don’t put none of that on social media. This is supposed to be a secret location.
Granted, I was sure that they had no access to the internet.
When Zo and Nika got to the table, Toma and Kaede rose and took seats further away to let them sit closer to me.
Nika lifted her cane in a small salute and the mustache twitched. She sat down and took in the food in front of her. “Bitch, we got shrimp and grits? Shoot. I thought we was going to be eating noodles and shit. Raw fish. I’m so glad I came.”
