clipboard long enough to greet them. “Reservation for Stevenson.”
She ran her finger down the names on her board. Turning abruptly, she grabbed two menus and handed them to a college-age man who made eye contact with each of them. “Right this way.”
Theo guided her in front of him with his hand on the small of her back. A little thrill ran through Darcy, and she wondered if Theo had picked up on the fact that she really liked being touched this way. It might be illusory, but she felt cherished and protected. Her breasts lifted a bit, swelling under the impact of this small gesture.
The host placed menus on a small table in the center of the restaurant. Theo pulled out a chair for Darcy, and then he seated himself across from her. They studied the menu and made small talk. She hadn’t really known what it would be like to go on a date with a Dom, but Theo behaved no differently than any other man on a date.
Darcy easily accepted the vanilla tone. Scott hadn’t been one for public displays of submission or dominance, so she was used to this.
She had nearly decided between two of her favorite dishes when cold gooseflesh prickled the back of her neck. Sitting up a little straighter, she scanned the restaurant for the source of the creepy feeling.
“Darcy? Is something wrong?”
Finding nothing, she shook her head. “It just felt like someone was watching me for a minute.”
The waitress came and they ordered their entrees, but the feeling didn’t abate. As she listened to Theo relate an amusing story about tinkering with his mother’s computer as a teen, she rubbed the back of her neck in an attempt to placate the evidence of her agitation.
“I set a rotating password, so every time she logged in, the number at the end would increase by a digit. Every time she tried to get on, she had to call me. I’d do it for her, all the while pretending she’d forgotten her password.” He laughed gently at the memory.
Darcy shook her head. “Such cruel head games. What happened when she busted you?”
“O ye of little faith. What makes you think she busted me?”
She sipped a bit of water, studying him over the rim of the glass. “I think she had to keep a couple of steps ahead of you in order to earn your respect. From the sparkle in your eye, I can see the genuine affection and respect you have for her. Did she call you Theodore when she yelled?”
He grimaced. The expression emphasized his sharp features. “She called me a lot worse than my full name, and then she made me clean out the garage.”
She laughed. “You must have been quite a handful.”
“You have no idea.” He shook his head.
The more time she spent with him, the more she wanted to know what kinds of things he would do to keep her hands full. She leaned forward and rested her chin on her palm. “Tell me.”
He looked at her, really looked at her. She liked how his gaze penetrated so deep. Something significant passed between them during their silent exchange.
“What an unexpected pleasure.”
The harsh, crisp tone jerked Darcy out of the spell Theo wove. She flinched as the rude man from the convention who had held onto her hand the evening before intruded on the moment.
Theo’s gaze lifted first, cooling a thousand degrees by the time it reached the man’s face. Darcy watched as the authoritative mask dropped over his features. Under other circumstances, that expression would have juices flowing to her pussy. Just now, it made her feel safe and protected.
“Have we met?” Theo seemed to grow larger though he hadn’t moved a muscle.
The man, who Darcy definitely recognized despite his nondescript features, dismissed Theo. “Dear darling Darcy. If you wanted to leave the convention center, all you had to do was ask. Victor instructed me to be very nice to you.”
Darcy couldn’t see that happening in a million years, mostly because she couldn’t see Victor associating with this man. Though he didn’t appear dangerous,
She ran her finger down the names on her board. Turning abruptly, she grabbed two menus and handed them to a college-age man who made eye contact with each of them. “Right this way.”
Theo guided her in front of him with his hand on the small of her back. A little thrill ran through Darcy, and she wondered if Theo had picked up on the fact that she really liked being touched this way. It might be illusory, but she felt cherished and protected. Her breasts lifted a bit, swelling under the impact of this small gesture.
The host placed menus on a small table in the center of the restaurant. Theo pulled out a chair for Darcy, and then he seated himself across from her. They studied the menu and made small talk. She hadn’t really known what it would be like to go on a date with a Dom, but Theo behaved no differently than any other man on a date.
Darcy easily accepted the vanilla tone. Scott hadn’t been one for public displays of submission or dominance, so she was used to this.
She had nearly decided between two of her favorite dishes when cold gooseflesh prickled the back of her neck. Sitting up a little straighter, she scanned the restaurant for the source of the creepy feeling.
“Darcy? Is something wrong?”
Finding nothing, she shook her head. “It just felt like someone was watching me for a minute.”
The waitress came and they ordered their entrees, but the feeling didn’t abate. As she listened to Theo relate an amusing story about tinkering with his mother’s computer as a teen, she rubbed the back of her neck in an attempt to placate the evidence of her agitation.
“I set a rotating password, so every time she logged in, the number at the end would increase by a digit. Every time she tried to get on, she had to call me. I’d do it for her, all the while pretending she’d forgotten her password.” He laughed gently at the memory.
Darcy shook her head. “Such cruel head games. What happened when she busted you?”
“O ye of little faith. What makes you think she busted me?”
She sipped a bit of water, studying him over the rim of the glass. “I think she had to keep a couple of steps ahead of you in order to earn your respect. From the sparkle in your eye, I can see the genuine affection and respect you have for her. Did she call you Theodore when she yelled?”
He grimaced. The expression emphasized his sharp features. “She called me a lot worse than my full name, and then she made me clean out the garage.”
She laughed. “You must have been quite a handful.”
“You have no idea.” He shook his head.
The more time she spent with him, the more she wanted to know what kinds of things he would do to keep her hands full. She leaned forward and rested her chin on her palm. “Tell me.”
He looked at her, really looked at her. She liked how his gaze penetrated so deep. Something significant passed between them during their silent exchange.
“What an unexpected pleasure.”
The harsh, crisp tone jerked Darcy out of the spell Theo wove. She flinched as the rude man from the convention who had held onto her hand the evening before intruded on the moment.
Theo’s gaze lifted first, cooling a thousand degrees by the time it reached the man’s face. Darcy watched as the authoritative mask dropped over his features. Under other circumstances, that expression would have juices flowing to her pussy. Just now, it made her feel safe and protected.
“Have we met?” Theo seemed to grow larger though he hadn’t moved a muscle.
The man, who Darcy definitely recognized despite his nondescript features, dismissed Theo. “Dear darling Darcy. If you wanted to leave the convention center, all you had to do was ask. Victor instructed me to be very nice to you.”
Darcy couldn’t see that happening in a million years, mostly because she couldn’t see Victor associating with this man. Though he didn’t appear dangerous,
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