1. Ms. Interpretation


    Date: 4/9/2024, Categories: Occupations, Author: Gordon_Brail 

    ... don’t have to leave just yet. It’s ok.”

Yui and Akemi exchange looks.

Sam looks directly at Akemi. “I think you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” There isn’t a pause for translation. “I want you to know how much I appreciate this, and you, for coming out here. I’ve never been around a woman like you outside of work, here I mean, in Japan. I want to say that I’m glad that I haven’t until now.” His thumb strokes her hand, handsome eyes outlining her gorgeous black hair and round face. “It’s a shame that we didn’t meet out there,” he continues, gesturing with his head, “somewhere in Tokyo…just passing by. Still, I’m really glad to meet you here.”

Sam is finished, it seems, Akemi looking to Yui who sports a smirk.

Yui summarizes, a light shake of her head as she does:“He’s saying nice things about you.”

Akemi huffs a little smile at Sam’s out-of-cycle and misinterpreted remarks.“Oh. Ok.”

It’s to the elevator and the 28th floor, Sam and Akemi gesturing and speaking in small English in an attempt to put her at ease, possibly just trying to convince themselves to remain calm for that matter.

It’s no secret what’s happening here—Sam paid for the entire night. He wants nothing irregular or strange, just an expensive night between two strangers in a luxury hotel paid for by a company Akemi doesn’t care to hear about.

Sam is a gracious host, seeing Akemi inside. Her purse is on the counter, an overnight bag ushered in by the bellboy. He tries not to ...
    ... notice Akemi as she moves around, attempting not to watch a woman do such casual things.

“Here,” he remarks, the door latching closed behind him. Sam retrieves a bottle of water from the refrigerator, moves to the window and adjusts the shades, dims a light before clapping his hands. He looks around, hands on his hips before looking at Akemi. He smiles. “What?”

She shakes her head.

“No! Tell me.” His arms are out, a smile remaining. “Am I doing it wrong?”

Akemi says something beautiful in Japanese, an honest smile on her pretty lips. She’s teasing him to some extent, he’s sure.

Sam chuckles, hands in his pockets. “I know. I just…want this to be ok…for you, I guess.”

Akemi doesn’t like the way this American man shuffles in place, sharp heels on plush carpet effortlessly carrying her to him. She doesn’t leave heel marks in the carpet, no sign of her presence other than what Sam witnesses before him.

Sam takes her hand.

Akemi touches his shirt, brushing a slender hand aside before his jacket loosens.

He gives the blazer a toss to the chair, Akemi’s hands fiddling with the first shirt button.

“One minute,” he calmly injects, capturing her attention. His hand slides onto hers as it rests on his chest.

Akemi gives Sam what he wants, looking into his eyes as his hand hardly touches a tender face. Her heart beats louder, her body awakening to his warmth.

“I just can’t tell you how pretty you are, Akemi.” He watches her eyes, how they shift between ...
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