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“Oh. My.” Ryan turned to the series of nude characters. All in a variety of positions and views which showed multiple people participating in different sexual acts.

“This is why he got a write up,” Andrew said. “In that one journalist’s column.”

“Jacob Fellows?” Annabel frowned as she stood in front of the paintings.

“He’s the prude,” Ryan snorted.

“Definitely has specific views on the way things should be… at least according to him,” Annabel said.

“You don’t like him,” Andrew said.

“These are definitely against what he considers proper,” Annabel smiled. “I like them. They’re funny and sexy.”

“They would go nicely in your room,” Ryan grinned. “Like instructional art.”

“There’s one or two positions we’ve not tried,” Annabel agreed.

“You think I should buy them,” Andrew asked her.

“Only if you like them,” she took his arm and hugged. “I’m glad you mentioned this place. I enjoyed the walk through.”

Annabel walkedinto Mulligan’s ahead of Andrew and Ryan. Mario met them at the door. “Ms. Rouch, so good to see you again. I’ve got the table ready for you just as you requested.”

“Mario, it’s good to see you,” she leaned in and air kissed both his cheeks. “I knew I could count on you.”

“Your server tonight is Eleanor. I know you enjoy her,” Mario pulled the chair out for Annabel.

“She’s discreet,” Annabel smiled as Ryan sat to her right and Andrew to her left.

“I’m available if you need any special attention,” Mario said.

“Thank you, Mario,” Annabel smiled as the host stepped away.

“Smarmy,” Ryan smirked.

“Be nice,” Annabel scolded.

“He fawned all over you,” Andrew complained.

“Because he thinks it gets him a bigger tip,” Annabel said. “The food here is good. The wine cellar tolerable. But best of all the staff is discreet.”

“You don’t allow us to touch you that way in public,” Andrew frowned.

“Do you want fake kisses and insincere conversation,” Annabel demanded tired of the jealousy she heard in their tone.

“No,” Ryan conceded.

“But we also don’t like others being…” Andrew tried to find a word which wouldn’t get him in trouble.

“Careful there,” Annabel said. “What I do with the two of you is private and intimate. It’s real and important. I don’t need the world to see it. Do you?”

Andrew snorted, “You’re talking about public displays of affection. You don’t like them.”

“Do you need me to show everyone in this restaurant you belong to me,” Annabel demanded.

“I don’t like him,” Andrew confessed. “His type.”

“His type is after the best tip he can get,” Annabel rolled her eyes. “He thinks fawning all over me increases his tip. It doesn’t. I increase Eleanor’s tip because she’s working her way through college and having to deal with him.”

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