Hal
Garrow is a struggling musician. He meets Maeve Tierney quite by
accident one day, and they hit it off. Their first date is coffee,
followed by sandwiches. This is their second date, at a local
restaurant where his ex-girlfriend, Stephanie, works. Stephanie is an
unusual woman, very up front, boiserous and just shy of crazy.
Stephanie
brought their food a few minutes later. The tray was full and she
balanced it like a pro. Maeve couldn't help noticing and asked how
long she'd been working as a waitress.
"Oh,
I've waited tables since I was a kid," she answered blithely.
"My folks have a restaurant that caters to a very trendy crowd.
I used to sing and wait tables, all of us did. I have six siblings,"
she explained to Maeve. "Hal met my nutty family last Christmas.
Crazy as loons, all of them."
"But
fun," Hal added, cutting her off before she got too into her
tale. "In a totally chaotic fashion."
Her
family was pretty nuts and she could go on about it for a long time.
He wanted time with Maeve, minus Stephanie and her lunatic parents
and siblings.
"Fun
and chaotic," Stephanie agreed. "And that's my cue to strut
my muscular ass back to the kitchen and not bug you until you're done
eating." She bent over to whisper to Maeve, giving Hal a great
view of her tight ass. "One thing you can say for the man, he's
subtle. See how he gave me the brush off without saying, Steph,
go blow? Very classy."
She leaned closer to Maeve's ear, her stage whisper gauged to carry
to Hal's sharp ears. "He loves it if you lick his neck from his
Adam's apple to his earlobe. He's totally delicious. Just wait and
see."
"How
do you know I haven't already?" Maeve asked playfully.
"Because
if you had, you wouldn't be sitting on the other side of the table,"
Stephanie answered quickly. "You'd be sitting next to him with
your hand in his lap, eating quickly so you could get back to bed. In
fact, I doubt you'd be here talking to me. You'd be grinding away
somewhere, moaning loudly and screaming his name over and over."
She made a few moans and groans, gasping and squeaking playfully,
gyrating her hips.
Hal
popped her on the ass, jerking his head for her to go back to the
kitchen. She leaned over and kissed his cheek.
"Treat
her right, baby."
"I
plan to eventually, Steph. Give me time. This is only our second
date."
"I
regret only one thing," she said with a dramatic sigh.
"What's
that?" Maeve couldn't help interrupting the exchange.
"That
the chick I'm dating right now isn't built like him."
Running
her hand from his shoulder to his belt, she massaged his broad chest,
whimpering. With a swish of her apron, she walked back to the
kitchen, strutting her stuff for the entire restaurant to appreciate.
Laughing,
Maeve almost spewed her coffee as Hal blushed a deep, dark, furious
red. He wanted to hide his head, try and pretend she hadn't said
that, but he couldn't. There was no way to make it go away. He
thought about apologizing for Stephanie, but that wasn't really
necessary. She was being blunt and honest. In short, she was being
herself, nearly as crazy as her family.
"I'm
so sorry to laugh," Maeve gasped. "But she's completely
horrified you. I can't help it. I don't mean to. . . ."
"Laugh
at my pain. Gotcha. Although we get along great, she's my most
embarrassing ex," he admitted. "The others are very tame in
comparison."
"A
lioness in heat would be tame in comparison," Maeve laughed
loudly, covering her mouth with her napkin.
"Oh,
God. The imagery that conjures up! But true."
"She's
successfully made me very curious," Maeve said with a sly wink.
"I can only imagine what I'm missing sitting here having a meal
instead of being in bed with you."
"Eventually,
perhaps you'll find out," he smirked as he took a sip of his
drink. "I don't mind sharing the joy, that's if you don't mind
that she had me first."
Maeve
giggled, sobering slightly. "I don't mind. I have no claim on
you, Hal. Who you used to sleep with doesn't matter."
"You
can claim me if you want," he said softly. "In fact, I'd be
flattered."
"I'd
like that," she smiled. "I'd like that a lot. And the same
applies," she murmured, dropping her head.
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