“I know you made me agree to stipulations,” I said, looking at her as we stepped off, “but can you agree to one of mine?”
“Depends on what it is.”
“Ask me the deep conversation questions after dinner.”
“Is that where we’re going right now?”
“No.” I led her up the steps. “I wouldn’t dare. I don’t want you accusing me of treating you like all my other dates.”
“Does that mean you won’t f**k me at the end?”
“It means I won’t leave you at the end.”
She blushed, and I kissed her forehead as we walked through the streets of flashing lights and sparkling billboards.
She didn’t say much of anything else as we moved from block to block, only blushing each time I looked at her.
“Here,” I said, stopping her as we approached our first destination.
“Broadway?” She looked up at the grand marquis.
“You mentioned you haven’t had the chance to come here yet,” I said. “I used to come here all the time when I lived here…”
“All the time?”
“At least once a week.” I held the door open for her. “Twice when this particular play was performed.” I ran my fingers across the words, Death of a Salesman, before handing our tickets to the usher.
She smiled as he led us to the private balcony, as he offered us complimentary wine since we were so early.
“I would’ve never taken you for the drama type,” she said, taking a sip from her glass. “You’ve never mentioned that to me before.”
“I actually almost went to theater school instead of law school.”
“What made you change your mind?”
“A law degree attracts a higher percentage of pu**y.”
“What?!” She rolled her eyes, laughing. “I’m being serious.”
“I received a bigger scholarship for law school.” I resisted the urge to pull her into my lap. “Best decision I ever made.”
She opened her mouth to respond, but the lights began to dim and she leaned closer to me, whispering, “I would’ve liked to see you as an actor…I think you would’ve been really good at it.”
I felt her placing her hand on my thigh. “I don’t think I would’ve wanted to see you play anything serious though. I think I would prefer—”
“Are you going to talk through this entire play, Aubrey?” I cut her off, ignoring the tell-tale look on her face—the one of severe longing, needing.
“Am I not allowed to make comments?” She sounded offended. “Am I not allowed to do that until after dinner either? If that’s the case, why even take me out? Why would you even—”
“I’ve seen this play a million times…” I pressed my finger against her lips as the lead actor stepped onto the stage. “And although I want you to experience it too, if you would rather me entertain you in a different way, just tell me.”
“What?”
“Would this balcony make it onto your list of approved places?” I asked. “If I f**ked you here, would that still count as me being a gentleman?”
Her eyes widened and she quickly moved her hand away from my lap. “I was just teasing you, Andrew…”
“I’m aware.” I kissed her neck. “And I’ve told you on numerous occasions that I don’t appreciate that, whether you’re mad at me or not…”