Shaking his head, he handed her a container.“At least get a plate.”
“Why?”
He just sighed and crossed to the cupboard, bringing back plates for both of them, and nudged her into a chair.“Here.Take the unagi cucumber roll.”
“Mmm.”Swallowing her second dumpling, she grabbed the box out of his hands.“This is great, Nash.Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”He picked up the soup dumplings and put three onto his plate before sliding the container back across the table.
She scooped one up, plopped it into her mouth, then picked up a packet of soy sauce.Not bothering with the plate, she tore it open and dumped it over her roll.“What else did you get?”
He sat, pulling the bag closer.“I got rolls.California, spicy tuna—”
“Ooh, I want that.”
“Forget it.Philadelphia, Rainbow, and another unagi-cucumber.”
Her annoyance at being denied the spicy tuna melted away.“You me got two?”
“I got each of us one,” he corrected.“And don’t even try the puppy dog eyes.”
“But Iloveunagi,” she wheedled.
He narrowed his eyes, but she could see he was going to cave.“You can have half,” he finally said.
“And half the spicy tuna.”
“I should’ve ordered double,” he muttered.
She munched happily on her first unagi-cucumber roll while he divvied up the second, and the spicy tuna.“This is great, Nash.Really.”
“You’re welcome.Do you want any of the dragon roll?”
“Yes, please.And the Philadelphia, but only a couple pieces.”
He fished her portions out, putting them on her plate despite her protestations that she could just eat out of the containers, then reached for a pair of the chopsticks included in the order and passed them over.“Here.Stop using your fingers.”
Willing to indulge his need for propriety, she pulled the chopsticks out of the paper sleeve, broke them apart, and rubbed them together to get rid of any splinters.
“What made you think of this?”she asked, deftly welding the chopsticks to swirl a piece of dragon roll through the soy sauce on her plate.
“We’re celebrating.”
“We are?”
He nodded, his mouth full of soup dumpling.“I scheduled your gang bang today.”
She nearly choked on the dragon roll.“You what?”
“It’s a done deal.Next Sunday, right here, time to be determined.”
She swallowed fish and rice.“When did this happen?”
“This afternoon.”He picked up his beer, watching her with dark, inscrutable eyes.“Problem?”
“No, no.”Bailey took a moment to inventory her reaction.Shock, but that was because he’d sprung it on her.Nerves, which were to be expected—she’d never had a gang bang before.Excitement, because she’d been waiting for this for eight years.And under all that was a low hum of need.
She smiled and picked up another piece of sushi.“No, no problem at all.Sunday?”