Mia
We were definitely late for dinner as we stepped into one of the fanciest Japanese restaurants in Vegas called Nihon Restaurant and Bar. Of course, after our quick s*x session, James had himself ready in fifteen minutes, while I had to redo my hair and makeup and rearrange my dress completely.
As we came through the door, a waiter greeted us. “Irasshaimase.”
James nodded and simply said, “Tory.”
The Japanese waiter understood immediately and politely ushered us up a grand staircase to the next level. It was very quiet here, with only the soothing, light music of Japanese instruments. The decor and lighting here were also designed in a very traditional Japanese style. The atmosphere was beautiful and relaxing.
The waiter slid open a door and bowed as we walked in.
“James,” I heard
