Page 62 of Finding the Forward: Part One
Chapter Twenty
Verity
“This is delicious,” I moaned, taking another bite of the delicate dessert they calledfairy cake.It was layers of delicate deliciousness rolled in pink marzipan.
Grif eyed it woefully as he sipped on his black coffee. I’d gone for the fairy latte, which, instead of having fairy art in the foam like I’d expected, was a pour-over involving cotton candy and two servers wearing wings.
“Bites off someone else’s fork don’t count.” I flashed him a coy look as I picked up a forkful.
“Only if you make those same noises while I eat you,” he murmured, leaning in to lick the bite off my fork in a way that made my pussy clench.
Eat me please.I’d had a lady boner since before I’d given him the blow job in the car. That had been so much fun.
“Oh, Kitten, that is divine. I taste cream, cake, marzipan, and jam.” His elated expression made me want to throw him down on the table and take him.
“Have another, Tiger.” I rubbed my leg against his under the table, the heat between us searing.
He took another bite, closing his eyes and relishing it. If we were in a less conspicuous spot, I’d let him know I wasn’t wearing panties.
But we weren’t in a secluded booth. No, we were at a table for two with an exquisite view of the city–and the entire restaurant had a splendid view ofus. People had taken our pictures. That sent tiny sparks of fear through me. However, there was nothing wrong with me going on a date with Grif.
Also, I was an alpha. I could do whoever and whatever I wanted, as long as it was consensual and didn’t hurt anyone. If I was confident in my choices, no one would question me.
“So, you like my choice.” His voice turned flirty.
“Mercy told you I like fairies. But yes, this is divine. I’d heard the New York one was the best of them. I’m impressed,” I told him, taking another bite.
Supressa had locations all over the world–each one with a different theme, which resonated in their decor. I’d been to the one in London with Creed, Dad, and Mumsy, and I’d snuck into a party at the one in Paris.
“Mercy refused to tell me anything. But that’s duly noted–and makes sense given your tattoo. I figured since you never got to date much, I’d go overboard and take you someplace romantic.” His hand moved up my thigh.
“Well, you certainly succeeded.” I licked my lower lip.
The low lights and cozy ambience werequiteromantic. Like we’d stepped into an opulent land we’d never want to leave.You’d think you were outside in a garden for all the plants and fairy lights. The fiber-optic ceiling looked like the sky. We even had to cross over a ring of red and white mushrooms to enter the dining area.
He stole a sip of my latte, then made a face. “This is mostly sugar. Dean would love it.”
Grif settled the bill, which was a lot, and we left the restaurant, my arm around his waist. I loved the way he always tried to tuck himself into me. As we got in the elevator, he tapped on his phone to alert the valet that we were on our way.
While I still worried I wouldn’t be alpha enough for him, I was working with my therapist and taking an online alpha course.
Don’t worry. You have this. You deserve this.
If I told myself it enough, it would be true.
“Thank you,” I told him.
“You’re welcome, and that was delicious. My favorite was you feeding me dessert.” He leaned his head on top of mine.
“Me, too. Please don’t feel you need to take me to fancy places all the time.” I felt bad about letting him pay.
He tilted his head down so our eyes met. “Kitten, please don’t give me any nonsense about how you should pay because you’re the alpha. While I don’t make as much as Dean, I still make a lot. There are plenty of dates you can take me on where you can pay. Like a picnic where you make fried chicken along with some potato salad and coleslaw. But,” Grif frowned. “If you’re one of those people who put raisins or pineapple in either, we might have to break up.”
“No, I don’t.” I laughed. “Pineapple in potato salad? Blasphemy. I do use mustard.”
“I can live with that. Hard-boiled eggs?” he asked.
“I do half and half. My dad likes eggs in his, but some of my parents don’t.”
