area at the very front. Dorian had scored seats in the fourth row, giving them a very clear view of the upcoming action. Hyatt sat with Dorian on his right and Jenks on his left, protected on both sides. “I’ve never seen anything like this,” Hyatt said. “Oh, my goddess, I’m so excited.”
“I’m glad you approve,” Dorian replied. “I heard the passion in your voice when you spoke about teaching cooking lessons at Light House. This felt like an activity you’d enjoy.”
“I know I will. I mean, he’s a famous chef. This is amazing.”
On Hyatt’s far side, Jenks seemed pleasantly surprised, so Dorian hoped he’d chosen well for today’s first activity.
The moment Chef Bastianich walked onto his raised platform to cook, the crowd erupted. Dorian was familiar with his food, having eaten at the Sansbury location of his famous brand of restaurants, but he’d never been the same kind of food snob as his sire. Chef showed off multiple types of skills, from knife-work to the burgeoning molecular gastronomy techniques that created little caviar-like pearls of liquid suspended in oil, as he concocted a new signature dish.
Hyatt watched every single motion, barely blinking during the sixty-minute demonstration. Dorian spent more time watching his bondmate than he did the cooking, and it was well worth it. Hyatt was transfixed, and all Dorian wanted to do next was buy Hyatt a house with his dream kitchen in it so he could cook any dish he liked for however many guests as made him happy.
After Chef showed off his finished creation, he invited two members of the audience to come and taste the dish. Dorian hadn’t been able to pull favors on this one, so Hyatt wasn’t chosen, but Hyatt watched and listened as the Sansbury residents tasted the food. The first four rows were then invited to remain for lunch. A curtain rose behind Chef, revealing a long table with place settings, and a whole other kitchen busy preparing food.
“This is amazing,” Hyatt said as they stood to approach the table. “I had no idea things like this even happened.”
“They’re more common out west in places like Rainier Province,” Dorian replied, “but when I saw Chef Bastianich was coming to Sansbury, I couldn’t resist.”
“I can’t wait to try his food. The prices at his restaurant always seemed so extravagant. This is a nice treat.”
Dorian caught himself before making a comment about Hyatt’s own personal wealth, because none of the Lee siblings knew their recent credit account increase had been Fowler money. And he wanted to keep it that way for now, no matter how things went between himself and Hyatt. That money had been a gift given freely, and he never wanted Hyatt to feel beholden to him for his newfound wealth.
“Then let’s go take our places at the table,” Dorian said. “I’m eager for you to experience this.”
Waiters used their entry tickets to show them to their seats, and Dorian hid a smirk when Jenks was placed on the opposite side of the long table as himself and Hyatt. The elder alpha was still close by but now across a wide dining table, instead of an arm’s reach away. Not that he expected Jenks to use any sort of physical violence, even if Dorian acted in an inappropriate manner. The man was a Senior Constable and had been very calm last weekend during Dorian and Rebel’s altercation.
And Dorian planned on being the perfect gentleman tonight. He’d already scared Hyatt once; he never wanted to do that again.
Hyatt nearly orgasmed over the first course, and Dorian worked to keep his expression neutral. The food was delicious, some of the best he’d ever had, and he was blessed to see his bondmate experience this. A soup course came after the appetizer. Hyatt was a bit leery of a cold peach soup with goat cheese but ended up loving it.
The chef himself came out to present his elaborate entrée to his guests. Seared filet mignon steaks with roasted bone marrow, truffled macaroni and cheese, and sautéed asparagus with bacon and pomegranate vinaigrette. Baskets of toasted bread were also placed at intervals along the table.
Hyatt was completely mystified by the bone marrow. Dorian had eaten it once, so he leaned in and whispered right into Hyatt’s ear. “Scrape it out of the bone, and you can either top the steak with it, or spread it on a piece of bread like butter.”
“Thanks,” Hyatt whispered back. “I never knew people ate bones.”
“It’s considered fancy food but