120 A night with Orin part 1

No talking allowed.

Orin pressed his lips together tightly as if he expected this and dug his nails into the palms of his clenched fists.

It didn't seem like Maeve knew what to say, so Nerida did a contented twirl with her body and ten men she had chosen followed her out.

"That woman is a bitch." Orin said as soon as she was gone. Unfortunately he didn't say anything else for fear that the other men around them would report it.

He took Maeve's hand and led her to her room. The warmth of his grasp intrigued her a bit. She noticed that he was possibly more chiseled than Lugh too. Possibly he would be better than both of them in bed?