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of that too.
    Shaundra tried to look around him to see if she could spot the photographer. Damn, there were just too many people. Maybe Yori was accustomed to having his life in the news, but she wasn’t. He escorted her back to the table once the song ended and then went back to his friends.
    * * * *
    “You’re one crazy dude,” Satoshi said to Yori when he returned to their table. “Amaya is going to kick our ass for messing with Ms. Morrison.”
    Yori sat down. “I am not missing with Ms. Morrison. I just like to dance with her. She is pretty good.”
    “That dress is smoking,” Satoshi replied. “She’s put together nicely.”
    “I hadn’t noticed,” Yori replied as he sampled his drink.
    “Liar.”
    Takumijo watched him intently from across the table. “Of all the ladies in this club, why her? What’s so special about her?”
    “There’s nothing special. She’s a real good dancer and she’s tall enough so I don’t have to stoop over when we dance slowly.”
    “I think she’s pretty,” Ichiro announced.
    Yori glanced over at him. This was a fine time for him to speak. “Yes, she’s very pretty.”
    “And she has nice legs.”
    Yori looked back on the dance floor. Shaundra was dancing with the Asian writer, Hideohi Chiba to DBSK’s Miortic and busting some very serious moves. Her “booty” bounced sensually beneath the black mini dress. His body stirred. The sight awoke all of his senses. A big behind was something most Asian women lacked.
    “Hideohi is a real good dancer,” Satoshi replied. “The two of them look good together on the dance floor.”
    Yori rolled his eyes at his friend. Satoshi had a way of prying, but not prying. How could he explain to them why he did the things he did with Shaundra Morrison when he did not understand why he did them? He had to remember that she was here on business and that she was older than he was, and that meant he should not be imagining what it would be like to kiss those full, brown lips.
    A young woman approached the table and asked him to dance. Yori looked up at her. She was Korean, about twenty, with short brown hair and a pretty smile. She’d do. He rose and followed her. Miortic had ended and the disc jockey now played Mystery by B2ST. The young woman was a good dancer, but she lacked rhythm. His eyes wandered back toward the other table. Shaundra had returned and was busy pulling Masaaki to the dance floor. This was a first. Masaaki never danced when he accompanied them to a club, but here he was, moving around the floor with Shaundra and obviously knowing what he was doing.
    The older woman, Dorothy, danced with Harper Kehoe while the other American men guarded the table.
    Yori bowed to his partner after the song ended and returned to his friends. Satoshi and Takumijo were talking about lyrics to some song, but Ichiro continued to stare at the other table. “What’s up, baby brother?” Yori asked him.
    “Nothing.” Ichiro lowered his eyes as if embarrassed.
    Yori turned his attention on the group of authors. Shaundra Morrison had her legs crossed and was revealing quite a bit of thigh. That answered his question. Ichiro was embarrassed because he was caught ogling the author’s beautiful legs. No problem. At least that answered another question. Ichiro was definitely interested in women, and he had good taste.
    “Aren’t we supposed to be socializing with them?” Satoshi asked. “Or at least sitting with them?”
    “Probably,” Yori answered. He had entertained the idea when they first arrived, but not so much now that he knew that Shaundra was camera shy and that Ichiro was interested in her. He didn’t want to make either of them uncomfortable. “But this seems to be working out fine for all of us. We’re close enough.”
    Satoshi rose.
    “Where are you going?”
    “To ask Ms. Morrison to dance.”
    “Why?” Takumijo asked.
    “Because I feel like it.” Satoshi strolled over to the other table. Shaundra looked over