For a fleeting moment he wondered
whether this was all Satoru’s idea or if his father-in-law
had a hand in it—probably the former. Satoru was ambitious.
Putting his arm around her, he put
his face an inch from hers, holding her tight. Chanel again filled
his nostrils. He didn’t worry about his sweaty smell or
unkempt hair.
“Here’s what you’ll
do. You will tell Satoru that I wouldn’t touch you. We were
never here. After the restaurant I took you home. I will give
you and your husband the stock you were promised in a revocable
trust. It will be revoked automatically upon my death. Only I
can take the stock back during my life. You will get your millions
if I decide so. So save some of your income from the trust and
wish me a long life. But you will never deny me your body—ever.
Agreed?”
A pause.
“Okay,” she said looking
out the window at nothing but the darkness.
