I assumed Japanese dude was Reo.
Ayame grinned. “We’re excited to see America.”
“You both will have tons of fun.” I leaned back in my chair and looked back at Deja. “So. . .he makes you happy?”
“Hey, we barely know each other but for now. . .yes. . .so I’ll see where this goes.” She shrugged. “First time, I don’t like something, I’m gone.”
Tsukiko and Ayame exchanged glances. They knew like I did. . .there was no leaving a Fang.
We were all silent for a minute. Nika just smoked and watched her cousin with shock. I made a note to give Zo his money.
And then out of nowhere, Deja confessed, “I thought he was a virgin. . ."
I went still.
"When we started, Rin had this innocence about him. Like he didn't quite know where to put his hands or where to look or. . .Like he was being careful in a way that wasn't shy, just. . .so fucking careful."
You’re not only his first bad bitch.
My heart warmed.
You’re the first woman he’s had sex with that didn’t have a bag on her face. The first time. . .he’d been able to look at the eyes of the woman beneath him. . .
"And then once he got comfortable. . .he wasn't innocent anymore." Deja's blush deepened. "Whatever he was being careful about, he got over it real fast. That man was not a virgin."
Nika whooped.
I chuckled.
Eventually after several minutes, the conversation shifted to playful memories of the party.
Tsukiko and Ayame had been quiet most of the time, but their shoulders had relaxed as they smoked with us, and I could tell they were comfortable in a way they weren't always comfortable.
When it got quiet again, I looked over at Zo as he slept and thought of my sleeping slave in the cage. “Tsukiko and Ayame, do you have any idea who I could give my slave to?”
Nika scowled. “Slave?”
"My slave. The guy in the leather bodysuit crawling around on the floor."
Nika pointed to the door. “Dude in the cage?”
“Yes. I need someone to take him."
Deja sat up. "Wait, what?"
Nika leaned in. "Take him where?"
I put out the joint. "If I keep him, Kenji is going to kill him. I've only had him for a few days and I can already see what's coming. Kenji doesn't like another man in my space. And my slave. . .he doesn't deserve that. He hasn't done anything wrong. He just needs a master."
“Shoot.” Nika quirked her brows. “If someone takes him, is there a check involved? Like you know. . .foster kid, foster mother thing?”
I scowled. “No.”
Ayame nodded. "Actually. Yes. He's a special case. He’s pretty rich. A millionaire."
“Oh.” I blinked. “Is he?”
“Yes." She folded her hands in her lap. "His name is Archer."
