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Debbie recovers and clears her throat. "Right this way." She gives Maeve a tiny glare and then turns to lead us to the counter.
I pull the stool out, and Maeve sits, never taking her glare off Debbie.
I take my seat and slide my arm around Maeve.
Debbie states, "I forgot the menus. I'll be right back." She hustles away from us.
I study Maeve.
She asks, "Why are ya looking at me like I did something wrong?"
I lean closer, asserting, "Ya need to get that look off your face. This is an awesome restaurant, and I guarantee ya you'll want to come back here at some point."
She blurts out, "You've had sex with her, haven't ya?"
I stay quiet, debating how to answer her delicately.
"Ya agreed to truth or dare so don't lie," she warns.
I decide there's no sugarcoating my past, so I answer, "Aye, I have."
"Is this going to be a normal thing wherever we go?"
"What's that?"
"Running into your previous flames?"
I grunt. "Not sure if I'd call someone I had sex with a handful of times an old flame."
Maeve glances over at the hostess stand and then wrinkles her nose. "A handful of times? So it was more than once?"
"Aye. And it was no big deal. I've had sex with lots of women, so aye, we might run into some whether we're here or in Ireland."
Jealousy and hurt swirl in her expression.
I tighten my grip on her and ask, "Ya didn't think I wore a chastity belt before I married ya. Or did ya?"
She stays silent and looks at the counter.
I tilt her chin, sternly stating, "I said past Maeve. I'm married to you now. So you don't have to worry about other women."
I can tell by her face she doesn't believe me.
I kiss her again, slide my hand into my pocket, and press the remote.
Her eyes widen, and her chest rises higher with her deep intake of air.
I lean into her ear, warning, "This is just the beginning, sunshine. Your pussy is going to be dripping in a few minutes."
She looks at me like I'm crazy, and her breathing picks up.
I softly chuckle.
"Here are tonight's menus," Debbie interrupts, sliding the papers in front of us before she scurries away.
Maeve glares after her.
One of the sous chefs, Botan, comes over. He slaps my hand. "Tynan, how've you been, bro?"
