She wiped her body feeling the scent of flowers on her, after almost five months or more, she had already lost count, but anyway she was finally going to have sex, she felt her stress decrease, her body already relaxed just thinking about it, she walked to the bedroom, but changed direction, going to the living room. She picked up the laptop on the sofa, while she dried her hair, she opened the search tab, she had no idea what his surname was, but she still typed in "Saito" waited for everything to load, she went to the images section. The pictures came up mixed between others, some pictures he was accompanied by beautiful women, others he was alone in front of a company, some he was with "business partners", at least that's what the caption said.
He was a private man who wasn't involved in any scandal, in fact, he was involved in several charity works in different countries, a company rebuilt after his father passed away, earning more money than we could imagine, he didn't give interviews, but his vice-president did, constantly talking about him.
But she stopped stalking the life of the man she was about to leave, left her laptop back on the sofa, she'd be late if she got any more involved, Saori walked in a hurry to her room, stopped in front of the closet, now was the time-consuming part, she couldn't decide which outfit to choose.
She was biting her lip as she searched for an outfit, she was wearing just a pair of black lacy lingerie, one of her favorite pieces, while her incessant hunt for an outfit continued, she had never been so indecisive, it seemed that her wardrobe had swallowed up the best pieces of clothing she had. Saori thought of what her best friend would probably say.
"Black or wine"
"Short, but not too short to make him wonder what your panties look like"
Saori remembered a dress she hadn't seen for almost a year, a wine-colored, almost purple, V-neck dress with a bit of fabric on top, a gift from her best friend, since she said Saori only had "old" clothes, and now Isoko was right. She put the dress on, liking the result, the neckline fell perfectly, giving the impression that her breasts were bigger, as well as leaving them somewhat exposed, but exaggerated, it stuck to her body, drawing out the curves well marked by the satin fabric, the length was perfect just four fingers below the knee.
She put on her black suede pumps, picked up her black handbag and put in just enough, a lipstick, her money and her cell phone. She looked in the large mirror, checking out her breasts, then turned her back to look at her ass, she smoothed out the fabric, she didn't have as slim a body as she would have liked, she had drawn on the body of her mother's family, being Irish, her hips were a little wider than the Japanese. She was mixed race, a blend of Irish and Japanese, the traits blended more clearly into her, unlike her brothers, whose Japanese traits came through more firmly. She wasn't neurotic about her appearance, she liked the differences, the bigger, clearer eyes, her natural hair being almost blonde, her body being curvy rather than straight, because at the end of the day she wasn't just Japanese.
She picked up her makeup bag, her makeup would be simple, well, that's what she knew how to do. She applied a little concealer to hide the dark circles under her eyes from the many shifts she had been on, she spread foundation over her face to hide some imperfections, she let it dry before applying brown eyeshadow and a little black, blending it in to make her make-up more elaborate, and mascara to make her eyelashes longer, she didn't know how to put on false eyelashes and she didn't need to, she chose a nude lipstick, applying it lightly to her lips, and a smile appeared on her beautiful face.
She combed her hair, the blue strands are naturally wavy, she pulled the colored strands with her fingers, making a high ponytail. Any man would throw himself at her feet if she wanted him, Saito was that man, she glanced at the clock beside her bed,
"21H 01M"
She walked in a hurry to the kitchen where her car keys were, Saori crossed the kitchen towards the door to the garage, but she stopped, she thought it best to call an Uber the possibility of having sex at night was high, so her car had better be safe at home.
She reached into her bag for her cell phone, opened the app and entered the address of the restaurant. When the app notification popped up, she remembered a small, important detail. She saw that the driver was close to her house, so she left her phone on the counter and ran back to her room, having forgotten her perfume.
When the scent of lilies filled the room, she could hear the horn, she picked up her bag from the dressing table, her high heels made her steps graceful but not fast, Saori walked faster than she could, when she passed the door, a strange chill in her stomach came over her, she was nervous and anxious, with trembling fingers she closed up her beautiful and expensive home.
By the time she got into the car, it was already 9.15 p.m., lucky that she lived only twenty minutes from Gaston's restaurant. After a lot of compliments from the driver, a lot of singing, they finally arrived at the restaurant. Saori paid the fare in a hurry, her heart pounding intensely in her chest, she got out of the black car, only now noticing that a fine drizzle was falling, she walked quickly under the awning, she glimpsed the luxurious place, her eyes acquired a certain fascination with the place, but she didn't take long to walk to the grand entrance of the fine restaurant, she liked to admire places like this, but she wasn't an avid visitor, not because she didn't have money, but because she felt slightly out of place there. But for now she was just going to ignore it, and with her head held high she walked through the large luxurious doors. Seeing the red carpet stretching to the receptionist's desk, Saori approached the man, he smiled at the woman in front of him, but it was almost imperceptible due to the large moustache on his face.
"Reservation, miss?"
A different accent reached her ears, but that wasn't what took her concentration away, Saori felt a hand on the curve of her spine, she looked away, her vision was taken by the man she had been longing for all night, it couldn't have been more perfect, elegantly he smiled at the man, Saori admired in silence, biting her lip as she watched him discreetly, the damp black hair lined up with his face as he leaned a little to the side, his fingers slid from the curve of his spine to his waist. She watched his hand on her waist, lightly caressing the area.
She observed his arm, the black jacket of the finest fabric, Italian perhaps, she sighed when he gave her waist a gentle squeeze. He was even more handsome in person, the suit suited his physique perfectly, a strong man, he must have been 1.90 tall, men like him were his weakness.
"She's with me, Yoshida Saito."
He smiled mischievously, sneaking a look at the woman next to him, she was admiring the room ahead, her large light brown eyes were looking at him curiously, she was elegant, but she didn't look like his favorite kind of place, it wasn't hard to see that, even more so when some curious eyes fell on them, he could feel the small body retract slightly. He approached her, feeling the sweet, floral scent invade his nostrils.
"I'm not the only one late."
He smiled at her, and Saori smiled back, unable to resist looking at the slightly pink mouth of the man next to her. When the maitre d' arrived, they followed him to the most hidden table in the restaurant, which was reserved exclusively for Saito, it was already a custom to bring his companions there, as they made their way to the place, attention was being drawn to the beautiful couple who passed between the tables glued to each other, the pairs of curious eyes a slight whisper formed in the restaurant, they watched the two walk away in the restaurant going to Mr. Yoshida's exclusive area.
"No, beauty takes time."
She whispered to him suddenly, making him laugh, attracting Saori's attention, making him ignore her. The maitre d' coughed, drawing their attention, receiving a disapproving look from Saito, while Saori looked elsewhere, feeling a little embarrassed.
" This is your table, Mr. Yoshida."
They hadn't even noticed all the eyes that followed them as they made their way to their table, nor the whispers that still spread around. When the maitre d' left, Saito took the opportunity to pull out a chair for Saori to sit down. She thought it was a noble gesture of chivalry, as she watched him sit down on the other side.
"So, miss, what's a beautiful woman like you doing on a site like this?"
She smiled as she felt her insides heat up at that man's voice. She didn't even notice the waiter coming up beside her, pouring some wine into both glasses.
"What can a beautiful woman do to get laid, just for one night, with no strings attached?"
He laughed, picking up his glass. Saori felt her hair stand on end, watching the man's dark eyes stare at her intensely.
" If that beautiful woman is you? Just talk to me, I guarantee you won't regret it."
She smiled at Saito, she certainly wouldn't regret it, she took another sip of her wine, may the gods bless today, because she was going to enjoy it very much, not least because this was a one-night stand.