Checklist J, K, L
Chapter 12
Davina let Grif drive, only because he knew where they were going. They’d had a spirited argument about it in the parking lot, which ended with Grif reminding her that without him, she wouldn’t get the Southland’s best, crispiest fish tacos.
Her stomach grumbled and she gave in, hiding her smile of delight that he hadn’t insisted he should be the one to drive because he was her Master. Insisting on driving because you knew the way was something entirely different.
The collar was off, and they were back to being Grif and Davina, lovers, sexual partners, and friends, though she hadn’t used that word to describe them before.
They hit the normal weekend beach traffic, but within forty minutes they were walking into a little Mexican restaurant. The minute the door opened, Davina’s mouth started to water. It smelled like cilantro, onions, cumin, and fried fish.
“I’m starving,” she moaned.
Grif put a hand on her back, leading her to the tiny hostess stand. “Give me five more minutes and you’ll have your margarita and some chips with good salsa.”
They were led to a small booth with high backed wooden bench seats. The tablecloth was garish, the old photos on the walls a bit dingy indicating they hadn’t been taken down and cleaned in a while, and like any good Los Angeleno, she knew that meant the food was going to be delicious.
When the waitress came, Davina ordered a pitcher of the house margaritas just to see how Grif would react. He added a request for water, and then the waitress was off to get their order started.
“Does it bug you that I ordered drinks for us?” she asked.
“No. Honestly that’s what I was going to order. If I’d wanted something else, I would have changed it.” He looked up from the menu. “Did you want it to bug me?”
“I just wanted to make sure you weren’t…” She finished with a shrug.
“Still in Master mode?” His voice was a bit lower than it had been, and it made her remember what it felt like to have him whispering commands in her ear.
She waited for panic, or for that flash of white that indicated she was sinking into her serenity. Neither happened; it was just a good memory, triggered by the tone of his voice. She relaxed again.
“I recommend the combination three-taco plate, with their homemade refried beans.”
“Mmm, that sounds good, but fattening. I’m going to get two tacos a la carte, and then steal a bite of your beans.”
“Keep your fork away from my plate, woman.”
“Didn’t your mother teach you to share?”
They sniped gently at one another until the waitress came to take their order. Grif pointedly ordered an extra side of beans. The bartender delivered their frosty pitcher and two salt-rimmed glasses.
Grif poured, and held his glass up in a toast. “To fish tacos, and eating your own beans.”
Davina grinned, but as delightful as this was so far, this dinner was about more than just food.
it was time to find out if there was a chance for them to be anything more than BDSM partners. If he hadn’t asked her to coffee last weekend at the Getty, she wouldn’t have dared complicate
probably because doing so would mean opening the door to acknowledging her own feelings. Well,
our first date,” she countered. Grif froze, an adorable deer
her glass to his, then
we just…are we on
looked around pointedly. “I certainly thought
mean a
her glass down. “That’s a fair question, since I was so dismissive when you’ve asked me out before. The answer is yes, this is a date date.” Now
“For two smart,
Davina laughed. “We are.”
time with at Las Palmas.” It seemed like he was avoiding saying BDSM or Master/sub, almost as if to keep from reminding her that when they were at the club, he had the power. “I
didn’t you say anything?” she
risk fucking up what we had. Second, the few times I sort of mentioned it, you blew
“I did, and
want to go
faces were less than a foot apart. “I found emotional clarity last night. I hadn’t let myself sink that deeply into my serenity in years. You got me there, and I had to stop hiding
sense. Can
in love with
stared at her.
his shock, and the way he was looking at her—disbelief and a tinge of outrage rather than pity—told her this
no, no, no. You do not get to
“What does that mean?”
the past year and a half, and forced myself to keep my mouth shut about it so
with me…for over a
means you don’t get to say it first, a fraking day after figuring out you love me. Take it
not going to take it
it back, damn
thrown back in mirth. Grif slouched against the booth, his arms folded, the picture of disgruntled man, except for his eyes, which were crinkled at the corners
aren’t married with kids,” he
wouldn’t be with you if I
If you’d been married that would have been a preexisting partner and you could have still been…been going home
was absolutely shocked by his
to you, has fueled many of my boxing workouts.”
but, because of my past, I will need…Wait, you’re describing yourself
is what made you happy then…” He ran a hand through his hair. “All I wanted was for you to
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