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"DAITE."
Translation: "Hold me."Japanese Title: 「大好き。」
Published: September 27th, 2013
Price: $4.99
Era: Present
Time Period: February - August, 2013
Editor: Johnathon Venable
Cover Photo: Tetyana Stakhanova
Paperback: Currently Not Available
Blurb:
Born into an elite family, Jun has spent her life cultivating the professional qualities needed to claim her inheritance, the Nippon Royal Hotel empire. Just when she thinks her dream is about to come true, however, Jun’s uncle ships her from her homeland of Hokkaido to the city of Nagoya to become the new local general manager.
Enter Saya, a twenty-something who invades Jun’s life with a bang and leaves just as swiftly. It’s the hope of seeing Saya again that keeps Jun grounded in her goal of taking over the family empire one day… and the more she encounters the enigmatic Saya, the more she realizes she’s falling for her.
Under the scrutiny of her uncle, Jun must prove that she can become the head of the family. But she also must prove to herself that she is capable of sustaining a romantic relationship, even if her intended has an insatiable wanderlust. Her family’s judgment, Saya’s crippling demons, and the needs of the people she meets along the way will all conspire to make Jun say, “daite,” or “hold me,” never again.
Excerpt:
After
finishing her wine and one more haiku, she put her phone away and told the
server she was returning to her room. That was a bit disingenuous. First she
went back into her office to make sure everything was organized for Monday, and
then she went to the front desk to check on Mimi. The night auditor expressed
her gratitude when a sudden late party of twenty people, each pair with their
own room, came to check-in and Jun jumped up to take care of it alongside Mimi.
When they were processed and on their way upstairs, Jun bowed out of work one
last time and finally retreated to her corner of the hotel.
The staff area of the hotel was
emptier than Jun had yet to see it. Without even so much as a custodian pushing
his way through the back hallways, Jun felt like she was walking through an
abandoned building as opposed to a bustling hotel on a weekend. At least this means it’ll be quiet tonight. A
full night’s sleep was what she needed.
She had her keycard out already as
she turned the corner and skipped up the staircase to her room. The shadows on
the top landing stirred, but she paid them no mind. No one else was ever up
there.
Until that night.
Jun nearly had a heart attack as she
stepped off the stairs and saw a figure lingering in the far corner.
“What are you doing here?” she
asked, hand clasped over her chest. Saya glided across the floor, face
illuminated by the shallow lights. Jun only recognized her from her stature and
black jacket. “How did you get here?”
“Does it matter?” Saya’s voice was
gentler than Jun anticipated.
“Yes!”
A grin graced that young appearance.
“No, it doesn’t.”
“I beg to –”
Before she could finish her
sentence, a finger pressed against her lips, silencing her. Jun went cross-eyed
staring at Saya’s hand touching her in an intimate way… again. Who is she? Even for someone her age,
Saya was more brazen than the average person. What does she want? Money? This was a bizarre way to get it. Jun
was one phone call away from summoning security.
And yet…
Between that touch and that look
searing into her, she couldn’t bring herself to demand that Saya leave her
alone. Jun knew that look. She had seen it a hundred times before, on women who
knew what they wanted. It was the universal expression of suggestive desire.
Saya plucked the card key out of
Jun’s hand and turned to the door. Jun watched as the young woman unlocked and opened
the door. Her body was halfway through it when she glanced over her shoulder
and raised her eyebrows.
Chills flurried inside Jun’s chest. What is going on? It’s what her brain
wanted to know. Her intuition, however? It knew. It had known from the moment
Saya came to her at dinner.
Saya let her hand linger on the
doorknob before disappearing. Jun shook her head and grabbed the edge of the
open door. “Chotto matte,” she said, following,
“this is a private room.”
The door latched shut behind her. A
single light was on in the main room of the Isoya Suite, but it was dim,
glowing. Saya stood at the end of the bed, fingers caressing the cream colored
comforter. The key card lay on the dresser. Is
she…
Saya waited for Jun to come near her
before spinning around, chin up and eyes narrow. She bore a scalding look into
Jun’s face, making her tremble without touching her. It reminded her of the
type of look she liked from a certain friend in Tokyo, who dominated her better
than anyone she knew. I like that. Women
usually wanted to be submissive in Jun’s bed.
Silently, Saya picked the front
edges of Jun’s blazer and pulled her closer, until their bodies were as close
as they had been in the hotel lobby earlier that afternoon. But this was
different. Back then Jun reacted on instinct, adrenaline pumping and increasing
her strength. Now she functioned on uncertainty, although her heart raced for
untold reasons. One of Saya’s hands meandered down Jun’s hip and interlocked
with her fingers. The more Saya touched her, the more she…
The more she…
It took her into a trance, the kind that
sucked her down further, further into the floor, where she was a slave to the
woman gazing upon her with serene desire. Jun couldn’t move unless Saya touched
her. Then she could only move away from her, afraid to be too caught up in
those hypnotic eyes. But the only way to go was to the bed, and so Jun sat on
its edge, hand still in Saya’s. Her feet were anchored to the floor for as long
as the trance lasted.
Although she said not a word, Saya’s
demeanor spoke volumes. She looked upon Jun with a knowing so assured that it
was inhuman; she moved her limbs with the fluidity of a graceful dancer. I don’t even know who she is. Saya
slipped her leg between Jun’s, leaning forward as she wrapped her arms around
the back of a hot, shivering head. I
don’t know where she’s from or where she’s going. Jun picked up many one
night stands before in bars, clubs, even conferences, but she had never done
something like this…whatever this was.
A rasping, heavy breath chattered in
Saya’s chest. I’m that close to her. Saya
took Jun’s hand and placed it on her stomach, fingers instinctively curling
around her thick belt. She’s so thin. Jun
had no preference in that regard, but she couldn’t stop staring at the inward
navel poking out from beneath a T-shirt. The trance inside her intensified.
Her hand was guided beneath the soft
cotton of Saya’s shirt, cruising up her abdomen and stopping beneath her
breasts. Oh, God. Jun didn’t believe
in any deities, but she couldn’t help but call upon them when on the brink of
madness.
Saya pushed her over the edge when
she bent down and kissed Jun on the forehead.
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