“You’re sure it wasn’t signed?”
“I’m positive. I’m the one that wrote it.”
I breathed a sigh of relief. “Okay, I’m going in.”
“I’ll be by to take your drink order soon. Hut, hut,” Nigel said and then slapped me on the butt.
I moved away from him. “Why did you just touch my butt?”
“I learned it earlier on the football field. That’s what men do to each other after a game plan. And this was a game plan. And I did the hut hut.”
I don’t think he understands anything about football.“Well, don’t do it again.”
“But why?”
“Because I didn’t enjoy it, Nigel.”
“It’s Francois. And I’m not sure you’re supposed to enjoy it. It’s more for the enjoyment of the one doing the spanking.”
“Yeah…don’t touch my butt.”
“Okay, Master Matthew. Francois won’t do it again.”
God, that meant Nigel would. But I didn’t have time to argue with him right now. The only thing that mattered was that Kennedy didn’t have a romantic dinner with Felix.
“I’m going in,” I said.
“Hut, hut,” Nigel said and slapped my butt again.
“Francois, what the fuck?”
“That one was from Nigel.”
I pressed my lips together to avoid yelling at him and drawing the attention of every person in this restaurant. “Don’t throw water at us tonight.”
“Nigel will not throw water at you tonight.”
Okay. So that meantNigelwould keep touching my butt. AndFrancoiswas going to throw water at me.Great.I walked out of our hiding spot and right up to Kennedy’s table.
“Hey.”
She beamed up at me. “The car was a nice touch, Matt. But it wasn’t necessary.”
I leaned down and kissed her cheek. I loved that I didn’t even really have to lie. It was just like Nigel had said. She assumed it was from me. “You look beautiful tonight.”
“Thank you.”
I sat down across from her. She was dressed to the nines. And I was wearing a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. It was actually just what I’d worn to practice today. I didn’t exactly look like a guy who had planned a romantic dinner and sent a car. But…I really didn’t think she cared how I dressed. I would have changed, butNigel had changed into his Francois costume in record time and we didn’t want to be late.
“So what’s good here?” Kennedy asked.
“I don’t know, I’ve never been here.”
“The note said it was one of your favorite restaurants.”
Damn it, Nigel!That was important information. “I actually had Nigel send you the note. It must be one of his favorites.”
“You have Nigel running errands for you now?”
