Page 22 of Havoc
He was right; Lawrence definitely made up his mind about wanting dessert. It just wasn't something that the restaurant served.Lawrence was about to respond when their server returned to the table, inquiring about the same subject.
“I think we're going to pass,” Lawrence informed them.
Remy requested that their server bring the bill, and as the young man left, those deep brown eyes came back to focus on Lawrence.
“So, you said you had the day off Monday.” Lawrence wanted to break the silence that set between them momentarily.
“I do. Unlike a certain boss of mine, I enjoy taking my days off,” Remy responded as he picked up his glass, finishing the rest of his drink.
Lawrence chuckled. “I see that changing in the very near future. I know Alijah well, and she's not going for that.”
“I'm starting to see that,” Remy responded. “She already has him taking on fewer projects personally, and he was gone three weeks. It's the most he's ever been away from the office, not working. Before two days would have given him withdrawals,” Remy finished with a playful smile, and Lawrence chuckled again.
Their server returned with their check, handing it to Remy. Lawrence wasn't sure if he should be offended or not. His way of thinking had always been that if the server gave you the check, you were the top, which made the other person the bottom. Remy clearly must have known what Lawrence was thinking because he smirked at him before handing his card to the server, who again walked away.
This time, as they waited, Lawrence allowed the silence to remain. Instead, he opted to finish the rest of his drink because what was he supposed to say to the self-satisfied look Remy had given him?
When Remy's card was returned, the receipt was signed, a tip was left, and they exited the restaurant. As soon as they were both in Remy’s car, Lawrence turned to him.
“I could have paid for dinner tonight. It was my choice to come here.”
Lawrence wasn't sure if his protest was because he felt offended that Remy hadn't let him pay or if his pride was a little bruised because even a stranger could tell their dynamics, and they hadn't even been together long…well, they weren't officially together.
“You could have,” Remy started. “But did you need to?”
No, Lawrence supposed he didn't need to. It would have just been nice to have that option. He didn't see a reason to complain about a free meal, though it was what he was doing. Instead of responding, Lawrence turned and faced forward, pulling on his seat belt.
“If it makes you feel better, you can pay next time. I'll hand you the check once they give it to me,” Remy responded, and Lawrence could hear the smirk in his voice.
“For your and the server’s information, I'm not a bottom… all the time.” When Remy didn't respond but didn't back out of the parking space, Lawrence turned to look at him.
“I never said you were,” Remy replied. “I’ve always assumed you were a switch. You could top or bottom.”
“I'm starting to notice that we both do or did a lot of assuming,” Lawrence responded.
Remy nodded as he backed out of the parking space. “Assuming is usually all you do when you start as a one-night stand that you end up wanting more than one night from.”
Lawrence couldn't disagree with him on that fact. So, he leaned back in his seat and listened to the soft jazz music that played through the car. They'd only been driving for about five minutes when he realized the direction they were heading. He looked around to be sure before he spoke.
“This isn't the way to your condo.”
Remy glanced at him before he turned his full attention back to the road. “No, it isn't. I told you I'd take you home after dinner.”
Lawrence stared at him with a furrowed brow. He hadn't thought Remy was serious when he told him that. He'd assumed that the other man was bantering with him, teasing him. Remy had to know what Lawrence wanted. He practically spent four hours the night before attempting to get it.
Maybe Remy wanted to take their after-party to Lawrence’s apartment. Though he'd stated he wanted to fuck Lawrence in front of his mirror again, it didn't mean he wasn't entitled to change his mind; and Lawrence had no issue with getting a repeat of their first night in his bed.
“I'm fine with us going to my place,” Lawrence finally stated.
“We aren't going to your place. I'm just taking you home.”
Lawrence refrained from groaning. “You can't still be holding out on me.”
“I'm not.” Came Remy’s simple reply.
When he didn't say anything else, Lawrence was confused. Why was he taking him home if he wasn't holding out on him? Why wasn't he taking Lawrence to his condo to bend him over in front of that ornate mirror?
Lawrence had never been in this position before. It was these new things. Things like this that had him staying away from Remy in the first place. Things that he wasn't used to, and Lawrence was not used to being denied sex from someone he knew was just as attracted to him as he was to them.
