Chapter Twelve
“I have a present for you, my decadent and perverted Rin,” her uncle told her after they had made love twice and then showered together, this as they sat in his apartment overlooking the city and sipped at the tea for which both shared a truly Japanese love.
Rin Hasekura was immediately in a state of some excitement. The adjectives preceding her name assured her this “present” would be connected with her “decadent” and “perverse” desire in respect of the Englishman she had left with the week’s laundry to meet with her uncle at his downtown Kyoto penthouse. It was barely a week after their last conversation on the subject of the Englishman and, true to his word, her uncle seemed about to provide the help she required.
Sensing her excitement, Eiji Fujiwara smiled, mildly su
