Page 169 of Game Changer
“I have no idea,” Scott said. “I was checking out the menu a bit before you arrived. I understand about half of it.”
“I’m only going to say this once, because I know it makes me sound like trash, but this place is fuckingexpensive.”
“You know,” Scott said, “I still balk at prices like these. Even though I can easily afford them, I still instinctively look for the cheapest thing on the menu.”
“There is no cheapest thing on this menu.”
“Order whatever you want,” Scott said, “obviously. I think I’ll get the halibut because at least I know what that is.”
“Jesus. Is it stuffed with hundred-dollar bills?”
The wine arrived, and Kip was obviously trying not to laugh as Scott went through the charade of tasting it and pretending to know if it was any good. He nodded at the pleased sommelier and the man filled their glasses. He left, and their server came and they ordered, and then they were finally alone again.
“Hey,” Kip said in a soft voice, raising his glass. “To whatever’s next.”
“To whatever’s next.”
They had a nice dinner. They drank wine and ate ornate plates of weird food that tasted fantastic. They talked and planned for the future. The wine made everything pleasantly fuzzy, and made Kip seem to glow in the romantic lighting of the restaurant.
Between their main courses and dessert, Scott leaned in and said, “I love being here with you.”
That slow, sexy smile that Scott loved unfurled across Kip’s face. “Me too, sweetheart.”
“I want to take you everywhere. What you said about going dancing. At a club...”
“We will. Anytime you want.”
“Bet you look real good when you’re dancing.”
Kip leaned closer. Scott could smell his aftershave. He wanted to bury his face in Kip’s neck.
“I’d put on a real good show,” Kip drawled. “Everyone would be watching us. But it would all be for you. No one else.”
Scott shifted in his seat. He felt warm. “Damn right,” he growled.
Kip’s eyes widened. Scott had the dim thought that anyone who might be watching them would have no doubt that they were two men who were sexually interested in each other.
Sexuallyobsessedwith each other, really.
Did he care anymore? God, he wanted to kiss Kip.
“What are you thinking about right now?” Kip asked.
Scott took the dare. “Kinda want to blow you under the table.”
Kip smiled and bit his lip. It was the sexiest thing Scott had ever seen.
“Well, that should get everyone’s attention,” he said, his eyes glittering with mischief.
Where the fuck was that stupid dessert they’d ordered?
“You’re a bad influence, Grady.”
“Mm. Corrupting New York’s perfect boy.”
“I was so sweet and innocent before I met you,” Scott smirked.
“If they only knew what kind of filth falls from those pretty lips when you’re—”
