The night was long. Ichiro was locked in a storage room to await the police at the harbor. The rest of the family spent the night trying to suck up to Natsue, hoping to secure their monthly allowances, but she dismissed them all with a cold "We'll talk in Tokyo."
Yuu, Ran, and Hitomi were given separate rooms. As Natsue walked Yuu to his door, she leaned in close, her scent filling his senses. "Meet me on the deck in thirty minutes," she whispered.
Half an hour later, Yuu found her. She had changed into a stunning pink gown that hugged her curves in all the right places. The moon was out now, bathing her in silver light.
"You look like an angel, Natsue," Yuu said, stepping up behind her and sliding his arms around her waist. He pulled her back against his chest, his hands roaming over the silk of her dress.
Natsue leaned her head back against his shoulder. "I was thinking about what you said earlier. About being 'connected.' Tell me, Yuu... what am I thinking right now?"
Yuu turned her around in his arms, his hands sliding down to rest on her firm, rounded ass. He pulled her hips tight against his growing hardness. "I think you're wondering if I'm as perfect as I seem. Or if I'm just another man who wants something from you."
Natsue looked up at him, her green eyes shimmering. "I already know you're not perfect. I saw how you looked at Ran. And that woman Hitomi."
Yuu didn't lie. He leaned down, his lips grazing her ear. "I'm a selfish man, Natsue. I want it all. I want Ran, I want Hitomi... and I want you. I don't care about your family's money. I want you—your body, your heart, your loyalty."
Natsue's breath hitched. Most men would have lied, but Yuu's blunt honesty was intoxicating. "You're a terrible person, Yuu Hoshiyama."
"And yet, you invited me here," he countered, his hand sliding up her thigh, bunching the silk of her dress until his palm met the bare, warm skin of her inner leg. He felt her tremble. "So, what's your choice?"
Natsue reached up, pulling his head down to hers. "I don't want to be alone tonight," she whispered against his lips. "Don't go to your room. Come to mine. It's the luxury suite at the end of the hall... the walls are thick. No one will hear us."
Yuu didn't need to be told twice. He swept her off her feet, carrying her bridal-style toward the suite. Natsue wrapped her arms around his neck, burying her face in his chest, her heart racing with a mixture of fear and a deep, pulsing lust she had never felt before.
They entered the suite—a massive, opulent room with a king-sized bed and a view of the moonlit ocean. Yuu kicked the door shut and locked it. The moment he set her down, the air turned electric. Natsue's hand went to the zipper at the back of her dress, her eyes locked onto his.
"Make me forget everything else tonight, Yuu," she begged.
Yuu stepped forward, his hands replacing hers on the zipper. "With pleasure."