At this, Haruka smiled with understanding. Akira laughed and said, "Sakura-chan, you're making Sosuke blush."
Sosuke frowned at his sister. Akira ignored the dark look her brother gave her. "Come on. I'll show you to your room."
Sakura was more than pleased the moment she saw her room. It was designed in such a way that was both modern and classic at the same time, with a sort of oriental style pastel wallpaper, chandelier, soft warm-toned carpet, and a low wooden Japanese-inspired bed.
"It's beautiful."
"Of course it is," Akira said. "Suits you perfectly."
Sakura placed her belongings on the floor and thanked Haruka once again for being so considerate. After she'd finished putting her clothing and other personal accessories into drawers, Haruka and Akira showed her around the apartment and then introduced her to the Japanese housekeeper and maid. Then she spent the day with the two women as they introduced her to her new job as Haruka's personal assistant, which Sakura quickly learned and found she rather liked quite a lot.
It was after dinner and they were having a lovely tea when Sakura asked what else there was in this building.
Akira said, "There's the gym, the pool, and a beautiful garden on the ground floor."
"What about the one on top?" Sakura asked curiously.
Akira looked uncomfortable and a bright blush appeared on her cheeks. She cupped her hand and bend over so her aunt and brother wouldn't be able to hear her as she whispered, "Don't go there. This guy and his brothers live there. The guy is a dragon. Just like Sosuke."
Akira's mind flashed back to that day when she'd snuck in to take a peek at the exotic garden. She hadn't been careful enough and came to face the dragon, Nicolas Princeton. The man was outrageously naked in all his male glory. The only thing he had on him at the time was his glasses.
Akira immediately shut out what happened next and said to Sakura, "I'll take you for a tour."
"That would be great," Sakura replied.
After Haruka had retired to her room for the night, Akira and Sosuke took Sakura out for the promised tour of the building, along, of course, with Toby. The dog was suddenly very excited and barked loudly as he sprinted about.
They came into the gym, and Sakura eyed the place with interest. The room was large, with various types of equipment such as treadmills, rowers, ellipticals, exercycles, and there was even a place for boxing and weightlifting. Next, the siblings showed her to the swimming pool. It was a large area and had a great view of the street across from the building. Sakura was pleased.
"I'm going to come here to swim," she said.
Toby was running around the large pool, barking loudly. Akira laughed. "Wow! Toby is getting very excited about something."
Sosuke said, "This pool gets a lot of use. Everyone who lives here loves it. I recommend early morning if you want the place to yourself."
"That's how I like my pool," Sakura said. "The whole place to myself."
Akira turned to Sakura. "Don't trust him, Sakura-chan. Early morning is when Sosuke likes to take a swim. I suggest late at night. No one comes here at this time. Like right now."
Sakura laughed as the siblings began to argue over the subject, and none noticed the barking had stopped and the culprit dog itself was missing. It was when they were at the elevator that Sakura looked about her. "Toby?"
Akira shrieked, "Toby's gone! Where is he?"
Sakura began to panic. Sosuke suggested, "Let's split up and look for him. The dog can't have gone far."
The girls nodded, and they parted ways. Sakura found herself climbing upstairs, and in the distance, to her relief, she heard Toby barking excitedly. Worried for her beloved dog's safety, she took two steps at a time, following the sound of the bark. Finally, she pushed open a door and found herself along the corridor she and Jane had been in yesterday. She searched wildly about her, and in the distance, she saw Toby in the private garden, barking at the penthouse.
"Shit!" she muttered under her breath and rushed along the corridor. She cracked the last door open, slid through, and sprinted to the dog. She picked Toby up and told the dog to quieten down. Toby, however, had other plans. The dog kept barking so loud and with so much excitement that Sakura was sure the residents inside would surely have heard the noise. They would undoubtedly come to investigate any moment now.
A door cracked open. Sakura panicked. She turned on her heel and sprinted back the way she came.
She heard footsteps rushing out into the garden, and Sakura held her breath as she closed the door behind her. Once she knew she hadn't been spotted, she took in a deep breath, calming her furiously beating heart. She turned her attention to Toby and put a finger to her lips, telling the dog to stop barking.
Toby did and looked at her curiously. He snuggled his head against her chest with affection.
"Why are you so excited all of a sudden?" she asked the dog, stroking him. She returned her attention to the residents within that penthouse, wondering who the dragon and his brothers were. She turned to her right, moving slightly to the window, and was about to take a peek when Toby barked again. She drew back in a flash, knowing the people--yes, she was sure there was more than one now--would surely come her way if she didn't shut Toby up.
"It's now or never," she whispered under her breath, and then, quick as she could, she sprinted across the corridor.
Oh God! She could feel it. The heavy footsteps. They were definitely coming after her. The thought of being caught suddenly felt awfully sickening to her. She just didn't know why, but she didn't want to be caught by the people who were running after her.
She slipped through a door and ran down more stairs. Thank God, Toby had stopped his barking. Otherwise, she wouldn't have escaped. She went through another door and lost them. She sighed in relief, her heart still pumping loud and fast.
"What were you doing, Toby?" she queried the dog. "You could have gotten me into trouble."
"You found him." Sosuke's voice reached her.
Sakura looked up and smiled. "Yes."
"Good," he said. "Shall we go?"
"Akira?"
"She'll find her way back," Sosuke said.
The two slipped back into the apartment and waited for Akira to return. The woman did about ten minutes later, her face red and her eyes bright.
She came to slump herself on the sofa with a sour expression on her lovely face. It was only when she saw Toby running to her that she smiled once again.
"Toby, I thought we'd lost you." Then more quietly to herself, she mumbled, "Or that baka dragon of a person had taken you as prisoner."
"Would you like some coffee, Akira?" Sakura asked.
"Yes, please," Akira responded, still thinking about her encounter with the Princeton brothers and her stupid fall with Nicolas.
Some minutes later, stars appeared in Akira's eyes as she sipped Sakura's coffee. "Wow! It's the best coffee I've ever taste, Sakura-chan. From now on, you'll be making coffee for us every day."
Sosuke, who couldn't help but smile at the delicious coffee, said to his sister, "You're a slave driver, Akira."
Akira glared at her brother, and Sakura laughed.
It was nearly midnight when Sakura, fresh from a shower and in her cozy pajamas, got ready for bed. She lay there staring up at the ceiling, with Toby on top of the duvet by her side, cozily asleep. She thought how nice Lady Haruka, Sosuke, and Akira were to her. For the first time in a long time, she felt right at home. She felt as though she actually belonged here with them. She smiled at that wonderful feeling and slowly drifted off to sleep.
*
CHAPTER 18
A Glimpse of My Beloved
Conrad was pissed. Yes, he was totally pissed that they couldn't get ahold of Ned. He had so looked forward to bringing Toby home today, without Sakura knowing of course, after he'd made a bargain with Ned. But now, that damn Ned was nowhere in sight, and the gallery was closed for five days, per the notice stuck to the front door.
He si
ghed and threw himself on his bed, thinking about Sakura and Toby. He really did miss having the pup in his arms and stroking the soft, white fur. He missed the pup licking him and playing with him. And now, dammit, he was hearing the dog barking too. Conrad was pretty sure he was going insane, for the barking was getting louder and more excited.
He banged his head against the soft pillows and grunted under his breath. Oh God! Please, Toby, stop haunting me. The barking, however, was getting even louder now, and Conrad squeezed the pillows against his ears.
"I'm going mad." When the barking didn't stop, he shot up and grumbled. He paced to the window, staring out. That was when he saw it. A tiny, pure white Westie terrier out in the garden, barking loudly at the house.
Shit! He now not only heard Toby's barking, but was hallucinating as well.
He shut his eyes for a moment, to clear his head. The barking, however, didn't go away, and when he opened his eyes again, neither did the image of Toby.
He narrowed his eyes and peered out, and then a lump formed in his throat.
Could it be that Ned had brought Toby to them? Conrad was so pleased at the thought that he ran out of his room, shouting out Toby's name.
Tristan burst out of his room as well and demanded to know what the heck all that racket was about.
"It's Toby outside," Conrad said as he passed.
"Toby?" Tristan uttered under his breath. "Here? No way!" He rushed out after his brother.
"Did someone say Toby?" Logan asked, his head poking out the door. When he saw Tristan along the hallway, he followed. Then it was Sebastian who came next, followed by Nicolas, who looked rather suspicious about the whole thing, and then Darcy.
Conrad was just coming out into the garden when a slight figure ran through the other side and slammed the door shut. Conrad called out Toby's name, searching wildly around him.
The brothers watched on, wondering if Conrad had gone just that little bit overboard with his hallucination. He claimed to have heard Toby barking since early this morning. Of course, they concluded it must just have been one of the neighbors' dogs.
"Toby!" Conrad called out again. "Come here, boy."
Tristan came over to his brother and put his hand over Conrad's shoulder. "Come on, bro. Let's have some coffee."
Conrad gave Tristan a dark frown. "I swear I saw Toby just now in the garden."
Logan said, "Look, Conrad, we know how much you miss that little dog, as do we, but come on, man. The pup is with Sakura right now, in Soho."
Conrad took a deep breath, wondering if his imagination was running wild. "Yeah, you're right." He turned on his heel, a dark scowl on his face. A few moments later, he, Logan, and Tristan headed back inside the penthouse.
"Well, that was fun," Nicolas said.
Sebastian chuckled and nodded. Darcy stared at the closed door to the other side of the garden, the way to the corridor that led to the main building. He was pretty sure he saw a shadow of a girl there.
"What are you looking at?" Sebastian asked, curious.
"There's someone there," Darcy said, nodding his head in the direction of the door. Sebastian flicked his gaze there and narrowed his eyes. Suddenly, in the darkness, they saw a shadow of a girl running across. In a flash, both Sebastian and Darcy took off, feet pounding against the lawn. Nicolas was just behind them. Around the corner, they saw the slight figure exit another door.
"Who was that?" Nicolas asked.
"Don't know!" Darcy shouted.
"Why the heck is she running away?" Sebastian muttered.
"Why the heck are we chasing her?" Nicolas asked no one in particular, rounding another corner. They were rushing down the stairs, two steps at a time, and then out through a door when--
Bang!
Nicolas found himself colliding against a small, soft body. He caught her by the waist before they both could fall to the hard floor below. They spun and then he fell on his back, his bottom slamming hard on the polished marble.
Nicolas stared hard at Akira in his arms, his large hand intimately cupping her backside. The man was too shocked to find such a pretty woman in his arms that he didn't bother to let her go, or notice she was blushing from head to toe and his brothers were staring at him with amused smiles on their faces.
Akira pushed herself back and said, "Nicolas, get your hands off my ass!"
Her loud noise got through his fogged mind and he quickly released her. Akira stood up and said, "Why the hell did you run into me?"
"It was only you?" Nicolas asked, perplexed.
"Of course it was me," Akira snapped. She turned her attention to Sebastian and Darcy and said, "Sorry."
"It's all right," Sebastian said.
"Are you all right?" Darcy asked.
Akira straightened her dress and nodded. "Yes, I'm fine. Thanks." She turned to Nicolas. "And no thanks to you."
Then she turned on her heels and walked down the hallway. Halfway, she said, "Good night."
With the brothers' nods, she turned again and disappeared around the corner.
"What happened?" Conrad demanded the moment Nicolas, Sebastian, and Darcy stepped into the living area a few minutes later.
"It was Akira," Nicolas said.
"You mean there was someone outside our garden," Tristan queried with raised brows.
"I think so," Nicolas replied, a sour look on his face.
"Are you sure it was Akira and not Toby?" Conrad asked again, just to be sure. Logan and Tristan looked heavenward, as if anyone would have mistaken the international supermodel Akira to that of a little dog.
"But why did she run?" Darcy questioned no one in particular.
Tristan had a very logical answer to that. "It's Nicolas's fault. He growled at her the last time she came up to explore the garden."
"Did you?" Sebastian turned to their eldest brother.
"Yes, I did," Nicolas muttered. "Why the heck did she have to run away? I did tell her to come again anytime she wanted."
"Well," Logan put in, pouring himself a cup of Beth's tasteless coffee, "you were such a dragon to her the other day."
Nicolas wanted to say the woman had seen him naked, for God's sake, when he thought no one had been home. And then there she was, staring at him like she'd never seen a nude man before. If she were to look away, as if it wasn't such a big deal, then he wouldn't have growled at her. But no. The oriental beauty had to blush and stare at him as if she wanted to eat him alive.
And damn his own body. He responded to the stare and look of pure desire in those enchanting dark-brown eyes. He was bloody turned on by her sight and had desperately wanted to grab her into his arms, kiss her, and do so much more to her than his logical mind permitted. For the first time in his twenty-nine years, Nicolas wanted this woman, wanted Akira.
"Then I shall personally tell our lovely Akira that she can come up to enjoy the garden anytime she wants," Tristan said, nodding.
Nicolas nudged his glasses up the bridge of his nose and cleared his throat. "Do whatever you bloody want." With that, he headed out the door.
Tristan blinked. "What did I say wrong?"
Logan laughed. "I think Akira is getting under his skin."
*
Sakura woke at quarter to five the next morning. Usually, she wouldn't be up until the next hour or so, but this morning, she was alert. She turned on her side and tried to go back to sleep but found she couldn't. Her mind, of its own accord, was drifting off toward the Princeton brothers. She wondered if Luke had already told them about her and her life, that she own the Tanaka Gallery in Soho and she was an artist. She wondered if they'd been there to check out the place. Luckily, though, she'd already relocated, so any opportunity to meet her there was absolutely zero.
Again, the image of Sebastian and Darcy came into her mind, and she groaned, her heart fluttering within her chest.
"Stop thinking about them," she muttered under her breath.
She tossed and turned, and when she finally couldn't stand it anymore, s
he got up and out of the bed.
"I'm going for a swim," she said, nodding her head.
Some ten minutes later, now in her navy-blue bikini that fit her slim, toned body to perfection, she walked toward the pool. Luckily, it was still very early in the morning, so she had the whole place to herself. She was actually very pleased with that.
This time around, there was no worry of her drowning like that accident a year ago back on St. Joseph Island. Since then, Sakura had learned, with a lot of determination and hard work of course, how to swim. One could say she was like a mermaid now, so comfortable in water.
With her long hair down her back, her eyes closed, and a smile on her face, she stood by the edge of the pool. Then she took a deep breath and dove in, her body delicate and smooth, gliding into the water like a fish. Her perfect figure sailed through the liquid. Slowly, she came up to the surface to take a quick breath, and then she dipped her head in again as she stroked her arms in a wide arc. She swam around for a couple of laps, and once she had enough, she stopped and allowed herself to just float there, like a cherry blossom petal on top of the water.
She gazed up at the ceiling, at the beautiful prism of blue and white dancing and flickering. She laughed, and suddenly, the scene reminded her of that time when she'd been floating in a pool back at Princeton Mansion a year ago. She remembered Sebastian diving from atop the platform, his strong, powerful body sliding into the water cleanly. She remembered him kissing her in the pool, his lips hot and tongue eager to taste her as he squeezed her against him.
A delicious quiver formed in her stomach, and she licked her lips. Suddenly, she craved for him to kiss her again, his tongue licking her lips and stroking the inner lining of her mouth.
Immediately, she told herself to stop. She closed her eyes and dipped herself deep under water. Then she came back up and swam to the other side of the pool. She pulled herself out and then walked around to the other side again.
"Stop thinking about him," she whispered under her breath. And then she dived in, her body once again slipping into the water cleanly.
*
Like clockwork, Sebastian found himself awake and ready for action by five that morning. His body screamed at him, informing him he needed to exercise, needed to swim, since he hadn't for a few days now.
He got out of bed and, in minutes, he was ready. He was just passing the kitchen when he saw Darcy hovering around the refrigerator.