him, so he stayed where he was. The realization that he didn’t mind one bit and that Silver had clearly taken charge of their dynamic brought Donovan a measure of comfort. His arousal began to rise again as he remembered how forceful Silver could be.
Donovan grinned. Good. Silver would want to top for sure. He hated it when guys expected him to take on that role.
Once they reached their destination, Donovan noted there was only one space left in the tiny parking lot, and he assumed Silver would nab it. Normally, that would irritate him, but this time he didn’t mind. After all, he couldn’t expect Silver to park such a fine classic like the red pony car on the street.
However, right before the turn into the lot, Silver slowed. He pointed to the lot, then pulled ahead before making a U-turn. Donovan blinked a few times as he processed what was going on. As Silver parallel parked across the street a few vehicles down, Donovan came back to his senses. Silver was giving him the spot.
Donovan squeezed the Benz between the cars occupying the other two spaces, then waited for Silver. He hoped to grab the door for him, or somehow bring them back to the place where Donovan was the host for the evening.
Watching Silver’s swagger as he approached made Donovan wish the empty side street was twice as wide. He could watch the man move all day long. Donovan’s cock twitched n his khakis. Silver was like a living, breathing work of art.
“You shouldn’t have given me the space. Aren’t you concerned leaving her on the street like that?”
Donovan found that his concern was genuine. Not much concerned him these days. Silver didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he regarded Donovan as though he were studying a bug.
“Let’s just say it’s a force of habit in a situation like this.”
Donovan frowned. “I don’t understand.”
“I know.”
Silver held open the heavy, black door then gestured for Donovan to go ahead.
Dammit.
How had Silver managed to get the jump on him? Donovan sighed then followed his unspoken command.
The interior of the Yellow Cat was a relatively simple layout in a very small structure. Illuminated only by a row of dim lights that stretched across the top of the bar that was to the left of the entrance and faux candles on the tables that glowed within red glass holders—the place afforded Donovan the privacy he needed. Beyond the half dozen tables in the center of the room, were three booths against the back wall and even less light. Donovan was usually able to find discreet seating there to woo his potential conquests.
“Follow me.”
Donovan liked a guy to take charge, but there were limits. He allowed Silver to slide in first, then took a seat across from him. If they were in a gay bar, he might’ve tried to sit next to him, but even if they were, he wasn’t sure he’d have had the courage—or if Silver would’ve welcomed the attempt.
As soon as they were both settled, Donovan discovered he was at a loss on how to proceed. Under normal circumstances, his witty repartee would’ve primed his date and he’d merely continue to charm his target. However, nothing about his various interactions with Silver had been normal.
Better to stay with something safe. Maybe a warm-up of chit chat was in order, then he’d be back to his regular self.
“So…” Donovan folded his hands on the table. “What can I get you to drink? They make an incredible dirty martini here, appearances notwithstanding.” He pasted on what he hoped was a genuine smile. He could barely tell the difference anymore. “Or Tequila maybe? There are some excellent choices of top shelf varieties.”
“A beer would be fine, thank you.”
Donovan’s flirt began to rise to the surface. “Oh, come on. My treat.” He winked.
Silver’s expression remained impassive. “A beer is fine. I won’t drink anything harder than that when I’m driving.”
Donovan’s flirt withered and died. “I see. Well, I’m not sure what they have available, but I’ll find out then let you know. Or…” He twisted his hands. “If this place isn’t all right, we can go somewhere else. Wherever you want.”
“Donovan?”
He swallowed hard. “Yes?”
“Relax, remember? Whatever they have on draft is okay.”
“S-sure.” He cleared his throat. “I’ll be right back.”
God, he was fucking up. He’d never stumbled over himself so badly with a guy before. Silver was going to assume he was just some rich idiot who was only out to get some tail. He