Max stood and took a selfie with them. Gabi bit the inside of her cheek to keep from smacking the woman as her hand hovered a little too close to Max’s ass.
That was her ass.
She smiled when he shifted away from the woman and quickly sat back down.
“I’m sorry about that,” a man in a suit said. “I’m the manager here and we wanted to apologize for the interruptions.”
“It’s fine. It happens. No one got too rowdy, and as long as you stop anyone else that approaches, we’re good.” Max smiled.
“Yes. Yes. Of course. Whatever you want on the dessert menu is on us. Or another bottle of wine?” the manager said.
“I appreciate it. Maybe we can get dessert to go, and the check when you have it,” Max said.
“I do apologize again,” the manager said before he walked away.
He turned to her. “I’m sorry about that, Gabi.” He linked his fingers with hers. “That doesn’t usually happen.”
“It’s okay. Well, except for those two women at the end. I swear, Max, if she’d put her hands on your ass, I would not be held responsible for my actions,” she said, trying to brush off the encounter. She wasn’t used to seeing him with pushy fans in public.
“You’re hot when you’re jealous,” he said.
She swatted his arm. “Of course you would say that, but I wasn’t jealous. Your ass and everything else of yours is mine.”
“I love when you get territorial. You have nothing to worry about though. You’re the only woman I even see.”
“Dammit, Max, you really are a charmer,” she said, her body thrumming with need.
“That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you all along,” he said. Then he leaned in and stole her breath with a quick kiss. “I can’t wait to eat dessert off your naked body. Your breasts were made to be covered in chocolate and sucked off.”
Heat barreled through her body as she took in a shuddering gasp. They couldn’t get out of the restaurant fast enough.