“I am about to eat a four-hundred-dollar, world-renowned meal, when I’d rather have you splayed out on the table with my head between your thighs because I am utterly ravished. We were never done. We were always meant to come back to each other. So you can decide whether you’re here for work or pleasure; just know that the latter will be on the table tonight.” He nods to my plate. “So, Lieverd, eat. I have no intention of ordering dessert.”
