Dinner Date Surveillance

The fact that the food was distracting her from trying to listen in on Victor and his Jamaican guests was annoying the hell out of Sinead.

Marc had ordered a bottle of wine for each of them, and then they’d started with a gazpacho - definitely not something that Sinead would have ordered. Who the fuck liked cold soup?

Well, apparently she did.

The dish had been overrun with flavour and she couldn’t get over how delicious it had been. Then had come some sort of tuna sashimi, but fused with French techniques and served with a jasmine-infused soy sauce and rhubarb. She’d almost fallen out of her chair on the first bite.

Now they were onto their their main course, and Marc had ordered them both the veal tenderloin which was served on a bed of fresh corn (where they got fresh corn in the middle of winter in Canada, Sinead couldn’t guess) that had been seasoned perfectly, along with a plum sauce that was nothing like what she would get in the grocery store. It was creamy and rich and she wanted to lick her fucking plate when she was done, so she was eating in little bites just to savour it.

The problem was that, even though the food was great, and when she focused she could listen in on the conversation happening over at Berisha’s table, she was also having fun.

“So, go back to the last story,” Marc said, smiling that fucking smile of his in-between bites. “You had a look when you talked about graduation from college.”

Sinead smiled and rolled her eyes a little. “It was nothing,” she said. “Just a silly dare between a few of us.”

“Well, clearly it wasn’t nothing,” Marc chuckled. “I can’t tell by the way you’re smiling.”

“Stop,” Sinead laughed, reaching over and patting his arm. “Fine. There was a group of us that only wore our underwear under our graduation gowns. One of the boys even went naked.”

“Lingerie, or something more normal?” Marc asked.

“Lingerie, obviously,” Sinead grinned. “If I was going to risk getting caught, I had to wear something worth getting caught in.”

They both laughed, and Sinead felt a twinge of realization. She was laughing. With Marc. The man who was making her wear a buttplug at that very moment just so she could get close to Victor Berisha. And she was flirting with him. Her mind flashed back to just an hour earlier, flushed as she looked into her own eyes in the mirror of his bathroom as he fingered her ass, preparing it for the buttplug. To him walking up the stairs behind her, staring at her naked ass. To kneeling in front of him, being **** to suck his cock.

She was flirting with the man who was leveraging her for sex. Except he wasn’t fucking her.

Sinead grit her teeth and leaned back in her chair, trying to focus on the conversation over at Victor’s table. That movement shifted her centre of gravity just slightly, and it was enough to make her keenly aware of the buttplug all over again. She sniffed softly, not at any pain, but at the tingle of… naughtiness she felt. Sitting there, in a fancy restaurant, with a fucking buttplug in her. It was so wrong.

“Sinead,” Marc said, a little more quietly. “You know work can mix with play, yes? You can enjoy yourself.”

“I do enjoy my work,” Sinead said, a little tersely. Taking a bite of the amazing food made her feel a little guilty.

“Tell that to your face, petite rebelle,” Marc said.

Sinead fought the urge to sneer at him and just took another bite of food.

“Then let me ask you this,” Marc said. “Are you getting what you wanted out of this lovely night out?”

Sinead swallowed and took a breath. At least he was talking in code. “Yes,” she said. “And no.”

Marc pursed his lips for a moment, his eyes glancing at the other table, before focusing on her again. “When you met with the accountant, I assume that is what led you to the business you’re considering?”

Hesitating a moment, Sinead sighed. “Indirectly,” she said. “And the due diligence on the business isn’t turning up anything favourable.”

“Favourable, or useful?” Marc asked.

“Favourable,” Sinead said. “Useful is relative. It’s reinforced some of my other theories, and seeing who they do business with is helpful if I can identify the other party. Favourable would be something more actionable, and that’s not happening. It’s a lot of dancing around and making nice, I think.”

“Mmm,” Marc nodded. “Well, that is an important part of most business deals. People want to know who they are dealing with, and socializing is a good way to build rapport. It’s also good for networking. Something that comes up now could be useful in a way you don’t expect in the future.”

“Marc,” Sinead said sweetly. “Don’t try to tell me how to do my job.”

Marc held up his hands in surrender. “I wouldn’t dare,” he smiled.

Sinead sighed and leaned forward, resuming eating. “There is something to be gained. The sheer breadth of the contacts and how wide-ranging they are means something. It’s just hard to know what, and I can’t start anything more official without the proper paperwork.”

Marc nodded and glanced over at Victor’s table again, then finished the last bit of his veal and folded his knife and fork on his plate to signal he was finished. “Perhaps there is something else we could do to speed things along,” he said. “I think we should make another stop tonight.”

Sinead frowned but followed his lead and finished up her meal. The way Victor’s conversation with the Jamaicans was going, they were going to chit-chat and talk about music, women and Jamaica (Victor had an open invitation to visit, apparently) through the rest of their meal. They weren’t talking business here.

Marc must have signalled… someone, because the waiter came by and discreetly placed a bill on his side of the table. “Next time, I promise we’ll have dessert as well,” he said as he paid by card. As soon as he was finished paying, he stood and came around the table, offering to pull out Sinead’s chair for her and then, when the hostess returned with her coat, he helped her into it. Sinead felt pampered on the one hand, but also like sneering at the gentlemanly acts when she could feel the buttplug in her ass anew now that she was moving around again. Without ever seeing the bill, Sinead played her part to get out of there without causing a stir or drawing attention to herself - with any luck, Victor would never remember her being there.

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