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I knew that look because I’d gotten it from him the only other times we’d met.
“I’ll remember that.” Bishop’s cheeky grin as he went a bright red color didn’t say what kind of punishments he’d enjoy, but he certainly wasn’t afraid of me, so I was taking that as a good thing too.
“I’m counting on it.” And I was counting on him being just as easy to talk to about the kink side of things as he had about everything else when we were dancing, but I wasn’t sure if that was just wishful thinking.
I started to worry that would be the case, though, when he slowed and his voice dropped to a quiet, more serious tone. “I’m going to ask a question and it’s not leading.”
He took a breath before I could decide how to respond and charged right back in, no longer meeting my gaze. “So just answer it honestly?”
What was he going to ask?
“I will always answer you honestly, but I just ask that if I offend you in some way, you’ll talk to me first before you leave me stranded at a restaurant?” That had him peeking over questioningly.
“Really?” He smiled when I nodded.
“He’d wanted to drive. He’d picked the restaurant on the other side of town. He’d asked me to tell him honestly what I thought of the enchiladas.” I shrugged. “I’m not psychic. How was I supposed to know it was his grandmother’s restaurant?”
Drama queens would be the death of me.
He coughed as his eyes danced with barely suppressed laughter. “I’m starting to understand why you wanted to take separate cars tonight.”
I scoffed. “Some lessons stick.”
Bishop chuckled, not offended in the least, and the deep, happy sound went right to my dick. “I promise not to ditch you at a Mexican restaurant, and I promise to listen if you say something too honest.”
Hopefully, he could keep that promise.
“Then fire away.” Because we were running out of space before we got to the car. “I’m ready.”
His soft chuckle was filled with nerves, but he didn’t back down, which I appreciated. “Should we stop by Wesley’s house to grab my gear before we go out?”
Ah.
“Let me think for a moment?” My question had him nodding and I could see his shoulders relaxing back again as he stood straighter.
“Of course.” His confident response didn’t tell me how patient he was, but thankfully it didn’t take me long to process my options.
“I’m operating under the premise that if you offer something, then you’re acceptable with it. Is that correct?” We needed to clear up a few more points before I knew how I wanted to answer.
When he quickly nodded, I rolled the idea around more. “Are you trying to make sure I can handle your pup side or are you hinting about how you would like to proceed with the physical side of our evening?”
Just having him in my arms as we’d danced wasn’t enough for me…especially with the way every eye had been on us encouraging both of us to behave. It wouldn’t have been that bad except for the way half the room had giggled every time we’d brushed up against each other.
Drama queens.
The way Bishop hummed nervously gave me my answer, but I let him slowly get the words out on his own. “Both. But I don’t want to come across…”
He shrugged, not finding the right words.
In his place, I probably would’ve struggled too, especially if I wasn’t sure the man I was with would really understand me.
Just thinking about it from what I could guess of his perspective gave me my answer.
As we got closer to the car where Wesley and Tyler had stopped, I took Bishop’s hand and met his gaze, ignoring everyone else. “Yes, I think going to get your gear would be a good idea, and since it’s already late, how about a change of clothes as well? Just in case, you know.”
His eyes widened, but the barely hidden smile said he wasn’t offended.
Wesley was barely breathing behind me, which only seemed to egg Bishop on, so I didn’t feel bad when I aimed for a very serious look. “But don’t think that just because you wag your tail I’m going to give it right up.”
Wesley’s frantic coughing made it sound like he’d swallowed a bug, but Bishop’s eyes were dancing with laughter as he nodded seriously. “I will remember that.”
I had a feeling he would.
“Then let’s go.”
This was going to be an interesting night.
Chapter 4
Bishop
I’d lost my ever-lovin' mind.
I wasn’t going to go looking for it, though…I might actually find it and that would be terrible.
“No, I’m serious. We dated a few times in college before he figured out the Leashes & Lace stuff, but we were a horrible match.” Cohen’s wince had me fighting the urge to laugh as I shaved off another piece of the cheesecake he’d bought for me.
