Darren chuckles, understanding my priorities. “Got it. How many courses are you thinking of? Royalty could have up to seven courses or more at banquets; I’m assuming you don’t want to be in a food coma before the first dance.”
“Three courses, two choices each.”
Raven is already ruffling through the boxes, unpacking everything and anything he can get his hands on. We had no idea what Darren might want, so we picked up a little of everything.
Darren’s eyes study the contents of the boxes, mentally preparing a menu in his head with the information he has. “You want to keep it light for starters. I’m thinking prawn cocktail for option one and a fig and prosciutto salad for option two.”
“Done,” I wait for Darren to make note of it before pressing, “Mains?”
He takes a moment to contemplate his answer. “Option one: braised blade of beef, red cabbage, honey-roasted carrot, parsnip puree, mash, and jus.”
“I better be invited to this wedding,” Raven quips with a grin.
Darren chuckles before continuing, “Option two: pan roasted chicken supreme, asparagus, ham hock croquettes, parsnip puree, and duck fat confit roast potatoes.”
“I don’t care if I get an invite or not; I’m showing up just for dinner.” Reaching into one of the boxes, Raven pulls out a bag of Keogh’s salt and vinegar crisps and starts munching.
“Dessert?” I ask, uncorking a bottle of wine and pouring three glasses.
“Option one: dark chocolate tart with raspberry coulis and vanilla bean ice cream,” Darren says, handing Raven a glass. “Option two: lemon posset with shortbread biscuit and fresh berries.”
Raven looks torn between the two options before finally declaring, “I’ll take both.”
Pinching the bridge of my nose, I growl, “Do you want me to hit you right now?”
“Do you want me to call the gardaí?” he snorts, shoving a handful of crisps in his mouth and washing it down with a mouthful of wine.
“Touché.” Rat bastard. Turning back to Darren, I nod in approval. “Katie will love it.”
My phone buzzes with a text from Scott.
Scott:What kind of flowers do you want?
Does it look like I give a fuck about flowers?
Aiden:Anything but lilies; they remind Katie of funerals.
Scott:But they’re so elegant :(
Aiden:NO LILIES!
Why does he not text her about this? Maybe I should?
Aiden:Is there a particular flower you want, bug?
Katie:I don’t mind, as long as there are no lilies xx
Aiden:I told him that already.
Aiden:How’s the ass?
Katie:Bruised, your teeth marks were hard to explain. Thank you very much! >:( Xx
Aiden:Nothing compared to my balls.
Katie:That was an accident!!! Xx
I may be getting a bit rough with her since her body began responding to me. I couldn’t resist biting her; it’s like a natural instinct. However, she got me back tenfold. I convinced Katie to use a butt plug last night—nothing too big—just to add a little extra spice and see how she liked it.
