Saki has been a single Japanese businesswoman for years. But life gets more interesting when her new boss is a handsome foreigner.
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It was a typical day for twenty-three-year-old Saki, ever exhausted and lacking social time since she had left school and became a businesswoman. She sat in the meeting, looking out the window of the skyscraper she worked at.
"And to help with all that," the manager said. "Upper management from The States has sent us Mr. Hanson. He is a team lead from the Chicago branch."
Saki perked up when she saw the man strode in. He was a tall, broad-shouldered, blonde man. He wore a charcoal gray suit-its cotton veil hiding the toned muscle beneath-a pair of emeralds for eyes, and a smile that was like a bonfire of charisma.
"Konnichiwa," he said in perfect Japanese. His voice was deep and gave Saki shivers. "I'll be working with you for a few months. It'll be a team effort if we..."
Saki watched his lips move and fawned over his strong jaw. She was never in a room with a man so handsome and spoke with such authority. She's never seen a foreigner in person her whole life, so strong and tall.
Saki went home that night with a perverse mind. The idea of having Hanson's rough palms all over her small frame caused her to stroke her clit, reaching a shuttering orgasm.
Saki worked under Bruce for several weeks, an obedient wallflower whenever he was around. She was inspired by his advice and the speeches he would give to the team and nearly swooned when his abs touched her shoulder while teaching her on the computer. The way he caught her when she slipped in the breakroom made her shudder on sight the next day.
Saki wanted to be with him but was cowardly. Not only because she was intimidated, but because he was a foreigner. Her grandfather would disown her if he found out.
Then, the time came when he would return to America, having done his job at the Tokyo branch. On the final night, he was staying late to crunch a few numbers. Saki volunteered to help.
"We can get twice as much done," he said boldly, his emeralds filled with excitement. "You're a star among the darkness, Saki."
Saki nearly exploded. She bowed thanks and quickly went to the elevator to return home. She freshened up, ate, and brought her skimpiest business suit. She unbuttoned her chest, leaving the swell of her breasts exposed, determined to make her move, ignoring potential rejection.
I have to take a chance, she thought, entering the building that was bleeding employees into the night.
When she arrived on her floor, it was bare of the living, save for the beefy man who was leaving in the morning. Soon as she saw his gleaming smile, her composure crumbled.
"Saki-san. Welcome to a boring night with just each other as company. I warmed it up for you," he chuckled, pulling out a chair to a computer.
"Thank you, Hanson-sama." Saki sat. Her legs were shaking.
