Gideon's pov: I guided Maren into the restaurant with my hands around her waist. She was tense and so was I. I had held her without asking for her permission. “I am sorry” I whispered in her ear. “Hm?” She looked up at me, it looked like she just got out of a thought. “I held you without asking,” I said again. “Oh, it is okay,” she said softly. “What table do you reverse sir or is it a private table?” A man in a suit asked, He had a smile on his lips. “Table six” I replied, glancing around the room. He checked his iPad, nodding his head, “this way” he leads the way. We sat down in chairs facing each other, a table in between us. I watched as Maren scanned the room. Her eyes widened, maybe she saw a celebrity she recognized. “There are no paparazzi here?” She asked, still glancing around. “You do be surprised, they are here. Among us, watching us. Part of the reason why I bought you here” I smiled triumphantly at my idea. “It was a good idea right?” I turned my gaz
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