“I hope they haven’t been driving themselves crazy trying to get it ready. I’ve been meaning to take a day off and go up to see the new location. I haven’t made the time. They’ve offered to give me a tour when I finally make it up there. Have you seen it?”
Wyatt nodded as he bustled around the kitchen stirring pots, mixing things in small white bowls, and heating up a heavy skillet. Garrett was curious, but he wasn’t going to question the cook. In his family, if you drove the person making dinner nuts, even by asking too many questions, you’d end up getting the burned pieces or the smallest portion. He didn’t think Wyatt would do that to him, but he wasn’t going to take the chance.
Sub didn’t mean pushover.
“It’s nice. The same kind of feel as the one in D.C. but more open. They’re thinking it will be easier to monitor that way and they’re not expecting people outside of politics to be quite so nuts about privacy.”
“That sounds good. I’m going to have to head up there and take a look. It will be a nice day trip.” The more he thought about it, the better it sounded. “How about we head up there? You can show me around one weekend.”
Wyatt’s head came up from looking at the pot he’d been stirring. “That sounds like fun.”
Buzzing around the kitchen, Wyatt went to the fridge, pulling out a bowl with plastic wrap over the top. Garrett had to fight off the urge to go over and peek but he knew the best idea would be to stay right where he was. The kitchen was cute and well laid out but still small enough that if he got up from the little round table, he’d be in Wyatt’s way.
The smells that came from the bowl were incredible. It wasn’t until Wyatt grabbed some tongs and started lifting meat out that Garrett realized it was some kind of steak tips. The sizzle as the meat hit the pan made his mouth water.
“You are so much better in the kitchen than I am.”
Wyatt blushed and ducked his head down, trying to look busy by the stove. “Thank you. I’ve probably had more practice is all. I’m sure whatever you made would be wonderful.”
“How about I cook next week and we’ll see? You may end up having to soothe my bruised ego. As good as that smells, I’m not sure I can compete.” He was mostly teasing, but the way Wyatt’s whole body perked up made Garrett take notice.
Wyatt obviously wasn’t sure what to say because he shook his head and went back to focusing on the food. From what Garrett could see, he thought everything was nearly done. “Did you want me to grab the plates out of the dining room so we can fix them up in here? Less mess and all.”
There was the slightest hesitation in Wyatt’s voice when he responded. “Sure. That would be easiest. There are a few little things to take out there but at least we won’t have to worry about the main items.” Garrett wasn’t sure what was on the sub’s mind but he was clearly missing something.
What could he have missed?
As he walked to the dining room, Garrett played over the conversation in his head. Something about the food or the table. Wyatt had been fine until Garrett had asked about the plates. Had he overstepped his bounds? Walking to the table, Garrett stopped to look. There was something Wyatt needed him to figure out.
The table had an antique feel, but the solid kind, not something flimsy and fancy. Craftsman he thought it was called. There were two place settings at one end with place mats and everything. His mother would be impressed. It was a table meant for guests and nice meals. Garrett thought it was sweet Wyatt had gone to so much effort.
He was going to have to up his game next week or he’d look like a poor excuse for a Dom.
It wasn’t until he noticed the small cushion hidden away in a corner that the conversation from the couch came back to him. Now it was starting to make sense. If Wyatt had wanted to kneel in the office instead of sitting, what were the chances he wanted to sit at the table now?
Slim to none probably.
Even if he was okay with the idea of sitting at the table, Garrett couldn’t get the image of the sexy sub kneeling while he fed him out of his head. He wouldn’t have a cushion if he didn’t want to use it. This wasn’t a playroom or a club. This was his house. He’d only have things he wanted to use.
Garrett took a second to rearrange the place settings and chairs, before grabbing the plates and walking back into the kitchen. “Here we go.”
Wyatt had everything ready when Garrett came back in. Dinner turned out to be steak tips, with homemade golden brown steak fries, and cooked baby carrots in some kind of glaze. As Wyatt plated the food, he looked up at Garrett. “Sir, would you take those little bowls out to the table?”
“Of course.” Following the directions, Garrett took several little white bowls filled with different sauces out to the table. There was no way he could compete with homemade steak sauce. And multiple varieties at that. Wyatt followed him out with the plates, loaded with food that looked amazing.
Garrett could see the moment when the sub noticed the changes to the room. His eyes widened, and he seemed to operate by remote as he set the plates on the table. He looked to Garrett, clearly not sure what to do next.
“All right, sweet boy, come kneel down next to me.”
“Yes, Sir.” Wyatt blushed faintly but by the time he walked around to the cushion he seemed much more focused. He lowered himself gracefully, hands resting behind his back, then looked up to Garrett.
Beautiful.
CHAPTER 8
Wyatt
Wyatt didn’t care what had given him away. It was perfect. It was what he’d pictured from the very beginning. Kneeling beside the sexy Dom and just having to focus on him. No worries about making small talk or what Garrett thought of him. When he was kneeling and submitting for his Dom—even if it was just his Dom for the evening—nothing else mattered.
