“Moose! Never expected to see you here.” His Scottish accent rang with amusement.
Keaton glanced up, a deer in headlights. I was baffled when he got to his feet and hustled for the door.
I stared at the man, who cringed and gave me a woebegone look. “Tell him I’m sorry I interrupted his date. I didn’t know. Moose is sweet. Always helped me out.”
My stomach swooped as I realized that my mark—and date—was fleeing into the sunset. “Will do!” I bolted after him, the hostess waving a hand at me as I passed her. This was starting to become a pattern.
“Hey! Wait!” I shouted.
Keaton was busy walking, and he was so upset it seemed as if he’d forgotten the way to our hotel because he was headed the wrong direction.
“What’s with all the secrecy?” I asked, trying to stop panicking. “Are you actually a super spy? Do you have a bounty on your head?”
“I don’t. I can’t.” He shook his head, and I’d never seen him this upset. Granted, I hadn’t known him long, but I’d watched him have a no-rules brawl and he didn’t look this bad then.
Keaton spun around and shocked me when he grabbed my shirt and lifted me to the tips of my toes. Heat streaked directly to my dick as he attacked my mouth with his soft lips. His stubble grated on my mouth and the juxtaposition of delicious silk and the burn were perfect. “Just hurt me and fuck me. Enough of whatever this is.”
I gripped his wrists, but he didn’t set me down, and I was starting to feel the strain as I attempted to stop my shirt from getting destroyed. “No, if I’m Daddy, I say what we do and you trust me.” I had no clue if I was doing any of this correctly, but it felt like I was on the right path.
His mouth parted, and I licked his bottom lip—couldn’t stop myself.
“Okay,” he whispered.
“Okay, what?”
“Okay, Daddy.”
I shivered as lust hit my system and deluged my body. My breath gusted faster and my fingers twitched. This was so good—and really fucking bad. I couldn’t sort out what this was supposed to be because this was so different than anything else I’d ever done while trying to get information out of a guy before killing him.
I was having trouble thinking.
Keaton let me lead him back to the restaurant with all the enthusiasm of someone approaching the electric chair. I would’ve expected him to pretend to know what he was doing in the bistro. But no, he wore his heart on his sleeve. Someone else might’ve thought he was a simple man. Not very bright. But he was just incredibly earnest.
Shit.I couldn’t be falling for this horseshit. But was it an act? He was either a really good actor or perhaps he’d gotten himself into a bad situation. I bit my lip as we went back through the door of the bistro to our abandoned seats. Our very confused waiter was standing there with a bottle of merlot.
“Would you care to approve the bottle?” he asked.He flipped his hair out of his eyes with a cute jerk of his head that probably got him a lot of tips.
“I don’t drink wine,” Keaton murmured.
I glanced at him as I pulled out his chair. He flushed redder than a stop sign and plopped down. I muscled the seat closer to the table.
“My partner doesn’t drink wine.” I smiled at the waiter. “Do you have beer?”
“We have a selection of craft?—”
“Just bring beer. I don’t care,” Keaton said.
The waiter frowned as he left.
Keaton’s face was still red, as if he was upset he’d caused a problem. It was stupid, but that pissed me off on his behalf. I didn’t like that I’d put Keaton in an uncomfortable position. Icould feel myself losing sight of my objective, but perhaps for one night that was all right. I had to get closer to him to get him to talk, so perhaps just relaxing and being on a date was the best thing I could do.
Keaton blinked at me. “You didn’t have to do that.”
“Wouldn’t a Daddy get his boy what he enjoys?” I raised an eyebrow in his direction.
He covered his mouth with his hand and sat back in his chair. “Oh.”
The waiter iced us out with stony silence when he delivered the beers, and another server put our food on the table seconds later, but I didn’t give a shit what he thought about our beverages of choice. I was paying out the ass to eat here, and if my date wanted overpriced beer instead of an overpriced bottle of wine, that was exactly what he was going to get.
