”I’m not permitted....” He glanced up at the waiter. “I shouldn’t have sweets.”
The waiter stepped back as if he was uncomfortable. I didn’t care if he was or not as I focused all of my attention on Tate. “Says who? Your father?” Tate shook his head. “Do you have a medical condition that makes you unable to have a dessert?”
You are a Dom at a restaurant with a sub who has a Master. And when he says he is not permitted to have dessert, your first thought goes to his father or a medical condition??
So many odd things in this book...