Page 70 of Big Duke Energy

Max: No, Ellie. Not a date. A research trip.

ME: Oh, boy. Romance me.

Max: You haven’t responded to my proposal, so I thought I might show you what I can offer you.

ME: You’re starting to sound like a supermarket.

Max: Why? Do I get an orgasm free if I buy dinner?

ME: Why don’t you ask your right palm and see what it says?

Max: If you bought dinner, I’d give you one for free.

ME: I’ll buy dinner for myself. I’m a cheapskate.

Max: Luckily for you, I’m not.

ME: Where are you suggesting we go? Somewhere a duke would take a curvy blonde girl he’s trying to seduce? Am I going to get anything other than good food out of this?

Max: Some women would be satisfied with the good food.

ME: Sadly, I’m not like most women. Although I am a fan of good food.

Max: I’d never noticed.

ME: I can’t tell if you’re being facetious or not.

Max: www.thewindysteakhouse.co.uk

ME: THE WINDY STEAKHOUSE?

Max: The name is deceiving. It’s actually quite posh.

ME: Do I get a side of hurricane with my sirloin?

Max: Stop.

ME: A little tornado with my T-bone?

Max: Jesus.

ME: Some thunder with my filet?

Max: Ellie, please.

ME: Who calls their restaurant THE WINDY STEAKHOUSE? Doesn’t instil a great deal of comfort in a diner.

Max: Asking you was clearly a terrible idea.

ME: Yes, thank you, I’m glad we agree.

ME: Also, I’ll be ready at six-thirty and will be waiting for you to pick me up.

Max: You are the strangest woman I’ve ever met.

ME: Thank you.

Max: I’m not sure that was a compliment.

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