Well, it seemed like we’d finally found what would make him blush.
It did wonderfully wicked things to me and just made the color in his cheeks more vibrant. “Yes, privacy at the end of our date is going to be a must.”
Nodding, he licked his lips and straightened as he seemed to have decided to ignore his reaction. “I was promised a reward and kissing, so I agree.”
I was very glad to hear that.
“Perfect.” Squeezing his hand again, I pushed back the image of kissing him and focused on reality. “We’ll figure out our options over dinner and after that I’m going to ask you moreabout Harvey and that spreadsheet situation. I never got the end of that story.”
His groan was adorable.
“He’s so annoying.”
And my theatrical boy was going to love venting all about it while he ate his favorite meal with his new favorite person on what would become his best first date ever.
Chapter 12
Ferris
“I really don’t understand why that waiter went from polite to rude so quickly.” As we walked out the door, I turned to look at Palmer who’d gone very quiet. “Alright, what did I do?”
“Nothing bad, boy.” Master squeezed my hand and looked a bit like he wanted to kiss my head if I was reading his expression right. “It was cute.”
Ugh.
He was trying not to smile too.
Leaning my head toward him, I sighed when he kissed my hair and nearly giggled. “You’re so smart. I’ve been wanting to do that all night.”
“I don’t think I mind but I’ve never done that in public, so I don’t know.” I needed to read more about male-on-male relationships before I was sure. “What did I do that was so cute?”
Master was still very pleased with the situation, so I knew he wasn’t frustrated and that made it easier to ask. I didn’t like the not-knowing feeling that was coursing through me, but something about Master or maybe his delight at the situation made it easier to process. “The waiter spent half the meal trying to get your attention. He seemed to think we were on some kind of business dinner and it crushed his dirty little heart when he heard you ask me what kind of dessert we should have for our first date.”
Oh.
Really?
“He wasn’t just being polite for a better tip?” People did that all the time. “Waiters are generally nice. It’s dates that are terrible.”
Hmm.
“Not this one, of course.” It’d gone fairy well so far and I’d been promised a reward and to be able to explore his body more. “You’re a very good date.”
“Thank you.” He squeezed my hand as he walked me over to my car, but he had the same look that he’d had on the bed at the club, giving me the impression he was ready for more touching. “But no. He was not just being polite for a better tip. Um. Let’s see. Oh. How close he was standing to you was one signal. Another would be the way he kept brushing his hand against yours every time he did something like refill your water. Also the amount of eye contact he made before studying your body.”
“Oh.” Oh dear. “Thank you for explaining that. Women don’t flirt that way.”
Men flirted differently.
Why hadn’t anyone explained that?
Oh.
Master laughed, shaking his head. “What did you just realize?”
“That my barista seems to have been trying to get me to ask him out for months.” Master’s grin said he wasn’t frustrated but I wasn’t sure how I felt. “He does the same things. I thought it was just how all waiters acted.”
There seemed to be a scale of how strangely polite they were and it went from boring polite to a more enthusiastic kind.
