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“Perfect.” Deciding that even if we’d be carrying around a small plastic penis, his oversized sweater would cover it, so I nodded. “Okay, you go get it and then we’ll feed your stomach. It’s starting to put up a fight.”
Grinning ear to ear, Kennedy shrugged. “I was too excited to eatanythingthis morning and he hasn’t even had coffee. So he’s got a reason to be upset.”
Rolling my eyes, I sighed as he giggled. “You’re setting me up for drama with a major body part before our date has even started.”
Snickering, he nodded and raced off to get his key chain…whatever that was going to turn out to be.
Chapter 8
Kennedy
“Eggs, yes or no?” Anson was studying the menu while quizzing me and making mental notes like he’d have to take a test later.
“Yes. All kinds except raw ones.” That had him looking up at me and frowning, obviously confused. “The cooking videos online sometimes have eggs that don’t look cooked. They’re…very leaky?”
That was a no.
“That can’t be safe food handling.” Looking concerned, he shook his head. “I agree. All eggs have to be cooked safely. Do you have an opinion on runny yolks or not?”
“No.” Clearly, I wasn’t the pickiest eater he’d ever run into. “I don’t have a strong opinion on it.”
Anson looked like he was updating his mental list but didn’t let it distract him from his plans. “Bacon or sausage?”
“Bacon trumps sausage but they’re both good.” Anson smirked, nodding along with me. “Pork tops turkey for sausage.”
“That was my next question. Very good.” After running through my omelet preferences, he leaned back in the booth, looking very pleased with himself or the situation. “That was very productive.”
And kind of cute, but I wasn’t sure if I should call him that if I wanted to come again later.
“Are we ready to order?” Anson had made sure I got my orange juice when we’d first sat down, but he’d been dead set on getting my food preferences figured out before we’d done anything else.
But that might’ve been because I’d gotten stuck on what to order first…he’d been really patient for the first five minutes, but then he’d said we had to handle the situation differently.
“Yes, I’m ready to order for us.” Anson chuckled when I shrugged at his subtle acknowledgement that I couldn’t be trusted with making that kind of decision quickly.
In my defense, though, it was anew to merestaurant, so that made everything more complicated.
“Perfect.” Excited to see what I was going to get, I finished off my juice before sighing. He’d said I could only have one because the glasses were huge. He wasn’t wrong but I didn’t like that he was right. “Do you know what you’re going to have?”
I was kind of worried that we’d have to do thewhat do you likesong and dance from the other direction, so I was glad when he nodded. I could’ve done it but asking that many questions and making decisions for someone else sounded worse than making decisions for myself.
“Yes. I have it all worked out.” His confidence was amazing but I was hoping it wasn’t misplaced when the waiter came back over.
It wasn’t.
He had a plan…and it was really good.
Delicious and practical.
We were going to split a big omelet and the fried potatoes it came with. Then I got pancakes and he got French toast.
Anson thanked the waiter as he left and turned back to me. “Alright, do you have any guesses for what we’re going to do today?”
“No. My brain is still marveling at how easily you made that decision.” Having a Dom was going to come in handy even when we weren’t doing sex stuff. “I read that…people like youenjoy making decisions and can do it easily, but I’ve never seen it in real life.”
Anson’s smirk was sexy and made me want to roll my eyes at the same time. “So all I have to do to impress you is ask questions and then order for you? That makes my role in this relationship a lot easier than you seem to think.”
