Boy Issues - Morticia Knight Page 0,44

opportunity to move in for the kill, or at least to make enough of a strike so he could reel his prey in later, Donovan discovered he had no interest whatsoever.

Silver.

Nothing anyone else had to offer could be anywhere near what Silver had—and on so many levels.

“Well, uh, if there’s anything else you need, sir, please let me know. I’m glad to help.”

Donovan resorted to his plastic-person smile, that annoyed the shit out of him now, as he prepared to let the cute blond down.

“Thank you. Um, actually, yes. I’m waiting for my date, Charlotte. If you should happen to notice and attractive, short-haired brunette with that name tag, could you send her my way?”

The blond server’s features fell, and he cleared his throat. “O-oh, sure. I’ll keep an eye out.”

The server scurried away, almost losing his tray of drinks once more when he bumped into another guest. He was back to standing alone by a garish floor urn filled with a ridiculous assortment of silk flowers and enormous, dusty ostrich feathers. Donovan had remained near the entrance, but only enough so he could spot Charlotte when she entered, but not enough where attendees would automatically notice him. Not that most people at the club had any interest in speaking to him, but he didn’t want to offer encouragement—just in case.

Donovan checked his watch. She was almost a half hour late. It didn’t matter to him what time she showed up, except for the fact that he’d be late for his check-in Silver if she was too much longer.

He licked his lips then took another quick sip of champagne. What sort of odd thrill was this at the thought of obeying Silver? Of being a good boy and listening to his Papi? A jolt of arousal hit him, and he almost choked on his drink. The last thing he needed was to be sporting a boner when Charlotte arrived. He felt bad enough as it was to be leading her on.

He compulsively checked his watch again. Maybe she wouldn’t be insulted if he wasn’t there to greet her. After all, wasn’t she the one who was late? But if she complained to anyone and it got back to his father, Donovan didn’t think he could stand it. His ability to brush off his father’s meltdowns was rapidly diminishing. He had the sense that his father felt the same way about him towing the line—hence, the ultimatum.

But he couldn’t push Silver from his mind no matter what he did. Ever since he’d left Silver’s place a few days ago, all he’d done was obsess over what had happened between them. What they’d talked about, what they’d done, what he’d agreed to and what impact it would have on his life.

And my future.

His hand shook and he drained the glass. He should’ve told Silver about Charlotte and his father’s demands. It wasn’t that he hadn’t told Silver most of the issues with his family. He’d only left out the specific details of this particular wrench in any long-term relationship they might pursue.

Donovan winced. He knew damn well that nothing was a ‘maybe’ with Silver. Everything was for real. Silver didn’t play games. However, Donovan wasn’t certain he knew how not to play games.

“Dammit,” he whispered, checking his watch again.

He had one more minute before his next check-in with Silver. He’d been given one task, one low key thing to do for his Papi, and he was on the verge of fucking it up. All he had to do was check in with him three times a day when they weren’t together. Silver had explained to him how such a simple thing could bring them closer. They would have consistent verbal connection, Donovan would be adjusting to the dynamic of obedience, and Silver would know that he could trust his boy.

“There you are!” A breathless Charlotte rushed up to him, giving him a quick peck on each cheek. “I am so sorry. I’ve been trying to get caught up on some work all weekend in the office, and a client called just as I was leaving. That few lost minutes was all it took for me to get caught in the Century City traffic, right as the movie crowd was pouring in and out of the theater.” She tittered. “You know how it is.”

Donovan barely latched on to her words, the panic of being late for his call to Silver scrambling his brains. Charlotte regarded him with worry.

“Are you all right, Donovan? You