When intermission came, Gray leaned to whisper in my ear. “Do you need anything?”
“Like what?”
“How about refreshments? I’ll get us something to drink. Sounds good?”
I nodded. He touched my face briefly, then seemed to remember we were in public and dropped his hand. I watched him go, my heart fluttering. Oh gosh. Did I really plan to break an engagement with one man and continue seeing his father? The right thing to do would be to end what I had with Gray so I could properly call off my engagement, but I couldn’t. What difference did it make anyway? Ending things with Gray would only be for appearances’ sake. What was the sense of losing the best thing to ever happen to me to please others?
I chewed on my bottom lip. My only worry was Gray’s relationship with Carter. That I didn’t care whether Carter would hate me was the final nail in that coffin.
Thank god I’d met Gray, or I might have made the horrible mistake of marrying the wrong man.
Gray returned with his arms laden with food: a bucket of popcorn, sodas, and what he called a full-house hot dog. They were traditional hot dogs topped with shredded lettuce, tomatoes, onion, cheese, mustard, mayo, and ketchup.
“I wasn’t sure if you would want it, so I only bought one.”
It looked delicious. “That’s probably best.”
“We can share. Take a bite.”
“You’re sure?”
He held the hot dog to my mouth, and I bit into the bun. I chewed slowly, widening my eyes as the combination of toppings provided an interesting flavor in my mouth. “That’s so good.”
“Yeah? Have another bite. In fact, take the whole thing. I’ll go get another.”
“That’s not necessary, Gray. I’ll have the popcorn.”
“If my boy wants a hot dog, then he’ll have a hot dog,” he whispered in my ear.
A shiver ran down my spine. “But if you continue feeding me like this, I’ll—”
“Be happy?” He raised an eyebrow as if challenging me to disagree.
I gulped and nodded.
“There’s a good boy.”
My heart pounded excitedly, and I wouldn’t be surprised if Gray found a puddle next to him where I should have been sitting. I loved the way he talked to me and looked at me and sexed me up.
Oh lord, but what a man. Everything about him was so grounded and natural. So accepting and sweet. Yet rough and dirty. My face burned as an image flashed through my mind of the last time he’d been on top of me.
I wanted more of that man who seemed so crazy about me.
Gray returned, and I assumed what I hoped was a normal expression. He handed me another hot dog and sat. He had bought himself two as well.
“What’s with you?” he asked.
“Nothing.”
“Hmm.”
He wolfed down his two hot dogs. It made me less self-conscious about stuffing my face with another, so I shrugged andenjoyed the food. Then we shared the popcorn, though he ate most of it.
The intermission ended, and the play resumed. I was even happier in the second half. Gray held my hand. In the dark hall, no one would be able to see us.
Hmm.
I released his hand and tested him by placing it high on his thigh. The muscles stiffened, but he kept his gaze straight ahead. I inched closer and rested my hand on his junk. His cock twitched, but Gray remained stoic, his eyes focused on the stage as though nothing out of the ordinary was happening.
