“Will do.” The teen carefully laid out the food before addressing Peter again. “Is there anything else I can do for you,sir?”
Peter lifted each dome to verify the food order. “No, this looks good. Thank you,Danny.”
The teen gave a short bow, then collected his cart. He gave a cheery wave as heleft.
Peter followed him to lock the door behind theserver.
“You don’ttip?”
“Hmm?” Peter spun around to find Quain frowning athim.
“Tip. You didn’t give the kid a fewbucks.”
“Oh, no. Since I get food daily, extra is taken out monthly and divvied up between whichever kitchen staff delivered to my condo during the month. There’s a note included in their paycheck so they know who tipped them. It’s a great way to give them a little extra income, and that way, I don’t need to have cash on me all thetime.”
“Good. I can’t imagine he gets paidmuch.”
“Sit and eat.” Peter waved a hand at the table, done with discussing the server’s income. He didn’t know what they got for salary, but he knew they were paid better than most waitstaff.
“Grumpy.” Quain sat down and sniffed. “And you didn’t even pull out mychair.”
“Did you want me to?” Peter frowned as he regarded hismate.
“No, but you opened my car door. I thought it might be a trend.” Quain sent him a teasing glance through hislashes.
“I figured I could let it slide since we’re dining informally.” Peter sat, then waved a fork atQuain.
“Funny.” Quain stabbed a piece of pasta with his fork and popped it into his mouth. He hummed his enjoyment. “Goodfood.”
“I’m glad you like it. If you’re moving in with me, this is the type of food you’ll have onhand.”
“Are you trying to tempt me through mystomach?”
“Is it working?” Peter would do anything to lure Quain to live with him. Ever since he had been young, he had longed for someone to call his own. If it took room service to get Quain in his home, he would work thatangle.
“I was willing to live here before,” Quain remindedhim.
“Then this will only make things better.” Peter hummed over the taste of his steak. It had been too long since he had indulged. After coming back from being a mutant, he had avoided his place, not wanting to lead the others here. He quickly pushed back those dark memories and focused on the adorable shifter sitting across from him. “Is there a special diet that youfollow?”
“You mean a hippy seer diet?” The amused expression on Quain’s face had Peter returning thegrin.
“Yeah, that’s what Imeant.”
“Nope.” Quain scooped up another forkful of pasta and popped it in his mouth. The obscene noises pouring from him had Peter almost choking on hissteak.
“If you do that much longer, I’m going to become reallyuncomfortable.”
Quain burst into laughter. It took him several minutes of wiping his eyes before he could collecthimself.
“At least I can make you laugh.” He didn’t try to keep the disgruntled tone out of hisvoice.
Quain stood up and walked over to Peter. “Let me make it up toyou.”
Before he could respond, Quain pushed Peter’s chair back and straddled him. Peter wrapped his hands around Quain’s waist to keep him from falling. “I likethis.”
“I hope so. I plan to do it a lot more in the future.” Quain slid his arms around Peter’s neck and kissedhim.
Peter moaned into the kiss, lapping at the taste of red sauce and garlic. He parted his lips enough to allow Quain entry and to take control the kiss. His inner wolf, still suppressed from the mutant strain, didn’t surge forward to protest this small bit of dominance. Instead, he let Quain do as he wanted. After countless minutes, Quain pulled back to take abreath.
