“You will, and you’ll behave.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I grumble but secretly hope he’s into me calling him Daddy because he’s got Daddy vibes for days.
“Good boy,” he purrs and kisses my cheek before stepping back. “Now give me a spin.”
It’s a little embarrassing to show off in a restaurant, but for him, I do it.
“Very nice. That ass. Yum.”
“We could just skip right to dessert,” I offer again.
“I don’t know much about dating, but I know you need to get to know each other, and dinner is a great way to do that.”
“Did you read that somewhere?” I tease.
“Yep, the experts agree that a relationship is more than sex. I’m not sure that I agree with them, but…”
“Aww, you want to have a relationship with me.” I place my hands over my heart.
“I do.” He gives me a confident smile.
“Right this way, please.” The host leads us into the dining room.
The restaurant is fancy, but not in that champagne-and-caviar way. It’s got more of a resort feeling, like a really nice lodge. The ceilings are high and fires burn in multiple hearths, giving it a cozy feel. What really makes it are the floor-to-ceiling windows that show off the lake.
“Nice view?” Leo smiles when I stop walking.
“It’s so still it looks like glass.”
“That’s part of the reason this is one of my favorite places, and they aren’t a bunch of old-fashioned homophobic twats.”
“You don’t strike me as the type of person to be concerned with what people think.” A small smile crosses my lips when he holds out my chair and helps me get seated.
“I don’t. I actually really enjoy going in and flaunting my gayness, but I didn’t think that would be ideal for a first date.” He winks and sits down across from me. “Plus, the food sucks.”
The server who is filling up our waters smirks. She must know all about it.
“Welcome, gentlemen. I’m Gabby. Can I get you something to drink or do you need a minute?”
Leo orders a fancy bottle of wine that I can’t pronounce. “Just bring the bottle and two glasses. You can skip the pretentious bullshit.”
Gabby laughs. “Very good, sir. I’ll be right back.”
“So, what do you like to eat?” Leo asks.
“Oh, I’m not picky,” I lie.
“So if I ordered the duck liver pate, you would eat it?”
“I’ve never tried it, but it sounds gross.”
Leo grins. “Don’t dismiss something because you don’t know if you’ll like it.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I grumble, and he gives me a heated look.
“Don’t sass me or I might have to punish you.”
Gabby comes back at that moment, and her cheeks blush, but she opens the wine. “Did you decide or do you need a moment?”
