The previous night had been a very intense, very long event.
His financial situation had been the involved and intense discussion, while Annie's had been, 'I still owe four thousand on my Audi', and she still wasn't entirely sure why he'd wanted to have such a thorough discussion about their money, other than that he wanted to marry her 'someday
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Clay was in the middle of telling Annie about his day as specifically as he could, leaving out any details that would get him in trouble. Dinner was good, as was his wine choice.
He'd just asked her what she thought about the situation in Iran, the last answer he was expexting was 'Do you think I'm a slut?' and he almost choked on his veal.
"Annie, what?" He'd never been more confused in his life.
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Once he'd brought his coughing under control, she set down her glass and leaned forward on the table, ignoring the waiter that had taken a second glance at her question, too. Her seriousness was the only indication he'd need that she wasn't being funny. "Do you? Do you think that I'm slutty?"
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He had no idea where any of this was coming from, or why it was coming up now but Annie Walker and slut really never equated the two, unless there was honey involved and to the best of his knowledge she'd only done with him.
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She could tell that he was extremely confused, so she sat up and crossed her arms over her chest. "What about when Ben was involved? Or Jai. Or... when I'd come to you when I was seeing Jai." She tilted her head and looked at him curiously. "Did that make me a slut?"
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