Chapter 14

Running a nervous hand through my neat ponytail I assured myself for the tenth time that I looked fine. Dressed in a casual white tank top with a row of ruffles outlining my bust, a plum purple skirt that flowed just above my knees leaving my -hardly earned- toned legs exposed and a pair of ballet flats to finish the simple look. Keeping my make up light I felt I had achieved the appropriate look for the friendly date.

"It's just like having dinner with Tess." I whispered to myself. Except Tess isn't a toned, tanned man with a smile that could conjure wicked images in any females mind and eyes the perfect confusing shade of grey and blue that would have a nun stripping down to her birthday suit in a nano-second. Thoughts like that had me more worried about tonight, the more I spent time with Wes the more I became aware of his masculine presence. Not that I haven't noticed before, the man constantly strode out into the hallway half nude but too disgusted with his latest one night stand stepping out of his apartment, I never took much of a second glance at him. That was a waste muscle, toned bronze muscle.

Shaking the images clear of Wes's body I mentally slapped myself for my weakness. You are a grown woman Khloe, and for fuck's sake you are going to act like one! I scolded myself for the brief drool moment. Inhaling a lung full of air I turned the door knob and stepped out in to the hallway, locking my door before I could chicken out and make a nose dive for my bed.

"Stay in control and you'll be fine." I whispered under my breath, rasping my knuckles against his door I could hear my blood pumping in my ears when his deep voice called out.

"On time as expected, kitty kat." he said moving aside for me to enter, hesitantly I took a step into the foreign apartment with my trembling hands clasped in front of me. The sound of the door shutting behind me was a reminder that I couldn't back out like I so desperately want to.

"So." I said turning on my heels to face him, my eyes roamed over his figure. He wore dark washed jeans matched with a ocean blue flannel shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, leaving his toned forearms on display, his dark hair was in it's usual nest style that gave him a rugged, bad boy look that every parent doesn't want their daughter with. "Where are we going?" I asked

"Here." he answered a hint of uncertainty in his tone

I nodded in response, turning on my heels I searched for the table as the spicy scent of paprika tickled my nose. Mixed aromas flowed together in a delicious, alluring scent that had me inhaling the irresistible aroma. "Where is the table?"

"I thought we could try something-different." he replied the hesitance in his voice not going unnoticed

Peering over my shoulder I arched a brow, puzzled at the so called 'different' dinner. Typical and predictable are more of my style, an expected dinner, at an expected table is what I prepared for, not 'different'. Tightening my fingers against each other I ignored the sting of my nails digging into the soft flesh of the top of my hands, I felt the first prickles of nervousness settling in the pit of my stomach. Relax it's just one difference Khloe, your still in control.

"I tried setting up on the roof but a group of teens are rehearsing up there right bow so I went for the next best thing." he said with a lopsided smile, completely ignoring my quizzical expression he walked right past me toward the balcony. He pulled the twin doors open allowing the warm setting sun to enter the spacious room and shadow it with the last rays of the bright sun, a random light breeze blew the same spicy aroma I caught a whiff of before forward like a feather tickling your nose the saucy scent caught my attention. A large burgundy blanket covered the white tiled floor of the balcony, resting on the blanket were two covered plates that I can only assume were are dinner, abother plate with a plastic cover was pushed aside from tge dinner, a chilled bottle of wine rested in a bowl of ice with a small tea cup in the center of it all with one -yes, one single red rose perched against the too tiny cup.

Blinking at the sight before me I didn't realize I moved until I was standing beside Wes -who I spotted from the corner of my eye watching me intently.

"This is.." Unable to find the correct word to describe his efforts I opted for silence as my eyes took in the scene once more and the longer I did the longer the silence stretched between us.

"I remembered your story about our first date and I thought why not." he chuckled

My story? My brows pulled together forming a V before smoothing out as his words clucked in place, the first night we went out in public after he told that exaggerated story of how we met. A heart did a small dip at the meaning behind his decision for our first date, I expected him to order pizza while we sat on his couch not this.

Don't fall for his romantic effort, a voice argued. He has had more than enough practice with other woman. Mentally ignoring the squirminess of my insides I schooled my features and gave an approving nod.

"Shall we." I spoke I in a tone that didn't reflect my mushy insides

"Yeah, of course." he said a hint of a frown marring his lips

Swallowing nervously I lowered myself down onto the warm blanket making sure my skirt didn't ride up revealing too much skin. Satisfied that my skirt was cooperating I looked down at the thick blanket, wondering just how many woman have sat on it before me and what sort of activities occur on it. Grimacing at the thought I placed my hands on my lap mentally reminding myself not to touch it again. Wes took a seat beside his expression less than pleased as he removed the plastic covering the twin plates revealing a steamy cloud that vanished in seconds. In the center of the clear plate was a mound of sauce with a generous amount of pasta with cherry tomatoes cut around the large portion and a dusting of what looked like parsley on top. The sight it's self was enough to make me drool but as the steam rolled upwards and the smell greeted my senses like an old friend.

Unable to resist I leaned forward inhaling the spicy aroma and sighing out loud much to my embarrassment. Clearing my throat I leaned back peering up through my lashes and locking gazes with Wes, his eyes held a glimmer of amusement.

"It smells good, did you make it yourself?" I asked as he handed me a fork

"Sorta." he answered grabbing a fork of his own

My brows lifted at his confusing response "What does that mean exactly?"

I watched as he twisted his fork in the thick pasta, flicking his eyes to me motioned for me to eat before placed the large morsel in his mouth. Mimicking him I took a smaller amount of pasta, my eyes widened as the warm pasta tingled on my tongue it's flavors exploding in my mouth.

I moaned not realizing I did until Wes lifted his head the corner of his mouth lifting upwards in amusement.

Swallowing I straightened my slightly slumped posture "This is amazing."

"Marbella is the greatest cook of us all." Wes said looking down at his plate a soft smile touching his lips "No one tells her that though, she would never let it go."

"Is she your sister?" I asked genuinely curious

He nodded lifting his gaze to meet mine "She's the oldest one of all my siblings and the least modest." he chuckled with a small shake of his head

"How many siblings do you have?" I asked

"Four sisters plus me." he answered

"I'm guessing you're not the oldest." I said forgetting all signs if nervousness as my curiosity perked up

"No." he answered, plucking the wine from the icy pool it was floating in. I watched as he retrieved a tea towel from behind the bowl and wipe the access water from the bottle. "Marbella and Anna are the oldest by nearly ten years, both are married and their husbands work at the restaurant. Marbella is the oldest and takes it upon herself to boss us around. I'm the second youngest than Carrie who is five years younger than me."

"How old are you?" I asked only now realizing I don't know his age

"Twenty-eight."

A two year difference, that's not so bad. Already I've learned two things about him in the past three minutes. Stabbing a cherry tomato I plucked it into my mouth, the sweet juices coating my tongue. Wes pulled out two plastic cups and poured the white wine, I raised a brow at the poor excuses for wine cups but quickly lowered my brow when I remembered he doesn't drink wine. Yet he bought one for our dinner date, my lips quirked upwards at the thought.

"Sorry, I don't have any glasses." he apologized sheepishly as he handed me a cup

"This is fine to me." I said meaning it, stretching my hand I felt his fingers brush mine as he set the cup in my hands. I stiffened gripping the cup tighter than I should have as an electric current shot through my right arm I nearly dropped the cup.

"To our first unofficial date." he said clinking his cup to mine

"To us." I added and lifted the cup to my lips while Wes never took his eyes off of me

"To us." he repeated in a hushed whisper

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Wes's idea for us to get to know each other was working a little too well. During the course of dinner I learned more about Wes, well more than I ever cared to know. His sister Marbella got married when she was twenty to cover up her accidental pregnancy but to man she loved, and have four kids. Anna married her best friend who happened be her down the street neighbor seven years ago and now they have two kids. His younger sister Carrie is single and is focusing on finishing college while working part time at their father's restaurant. All members of the family apparently worked at the restaurant. Marbella held the fort in the kitchen along with her husband, Anna was the hostess and peace keeper as Wes put it. Carrie waited tables, Anna's husband use to be an accountant so he handled the finical business of the restaurant. Wes was the bartender of the corner bar, which he explained had inspired the 'meeting' story he told my family.

He didn't bring up his parents other than that his father bought the place for his mother and I didn't push him for more because I myself didn't share much on my parents. Staying clear of my family I kept directing the conversation back to him. By the end of dinner I could have written a book about his life. Honestly it frightened me how easily we seemed spoke to each other with no arguing or name calling but that probably had more to do with me constantly throwing questions at him.

With our dirty dishes sitting in the bottom of his sink, each of us had a bowl of vanilla pudding and a generous dollop of chocolate mouśe on top. Through out the evening Wes had scooted closer until we were nearly touching but I didn't dare utter a word because secretly I loved the heat radiating off his body and his musky cologne, enveloping me in it's manly scent.

"How have you not strangled your sister?" he asked

I felt my lips spread unwillingly into a grin, more than excited "The thought of my mother lecturing me until my ears bleed." I replied teasingly

"Good reason." he retorted

When Wes revealed his dislike of Stacy I couldn't help but feel relieved by his confession. I would never admit this to him but I was worried that when Wes met Stacy he would fall for her model looks and high pitched laugh like everyone else. As it turns out Wes doesn't like her at all and as awful as it sounds I liked that.

"Was she like that growing up?" he asked glimpsing in my direction

The happy buzz was sucked out of my body at yet another question directed at my childhood "Yeah." I replied before placing a spoon of pudding into my mouth as an excuse not to elaborate any further on my relationship with Stacy.

"Don't do that." he sighed lowering his half eaten bowl

"What?" I asked my brows dipping down

"Avoid my question, the whole point of this date is to get to know each other better." he spoke his voice holding a slight edge

Placing my own bowl down I narrowed my eyes as panic settled in my chest, it was true but I'm not going to admit it to him or answer his questions. "And we have."

His eyes hardened into a a pair of stones "No, you know me, I still know nothing about you." he shot back

My fingers trembled on my lap at the irritation in his voice at my lack of participation in this 'meet and greet' dinner. Averting my eyes behind him at the soft glow of the setting sun I bit the inside of my cheek hoping to have another second to think of a comeback but I came up blank as his dark eyes flashed in my mind. It amazed me how seconds ago they were soft and glimmering happily and now hard and piercing with anger directed at me.

"You don't want to hear about my life." I said in a quiet voice, unable to get my voice to rise any louder

"Except I do kitty."

"No you don't." I snapped feeling like he was cornering me

From the corner of my eye I saw him lower his bowl, his tanned hand reaching for mine. My body's automatic response was to jerk away just as his finger tips touched the top of my hand. Fisting my hands on my lap I hoped to stop my fingers from shaking like autumn leaves.

"I'm sure you saw something about me in the magazine." I said in a cold tone remembering the male who mentioned I was the girl from the magazine earlier today.

"I don't believe in the garbage and if it weren't for my sisters I wouldn't have read the article."

"What?!" I gasped my eyes snapping to meet his "You read the article." it was more of a statement than a question

He rubbed a hand behind his neck nervously, the anger forgotten as he struggled to hold my gaze "Yes but it's not like I -where are you going?"

Jumping up to my feet I wiped my lap of any crumbs, my hands still trembling but not from nervousness, this was anger. Pressing my lips together I avoided his stare as I whipped around and stomped back into his apartment heat burning my cheeks in horror. He not only saw those photos but he read the article, about my failed relationship with Greg and his ultimate betrayal with my sister at a family party never-less. He knew about my less than flattering image, the rumors that I am frigid and cold. What if he looked me up online or his sisters? Than he would know about the first time my name was splattered in the tabloids, the first time my mother couldn't look me in the eye because of that stupid article. The first time in my adult life that I cried like a baby in bed for a week hoping that the buzz around me would die down.

Wes could easily hop on any computer and know everything about me from any sleazy magazine. My fucked up life is an open book for him to read up on any time he pleased. I should have known this wouldn't work.

"Khloe."

I froze at the sound of my name being called on the other side of the door. Oh no, no! This wasn't happening, it's just too cruel. Wes placed a hand on my shoulder, spinning on my heels I placed my hand over his mouth just as he started to speak. His dark brows pulled together in confusion just as the same voice called my name.

"Honey open up." my mother said as she knocked on my door oblivious to the fact that I was across the hall.

His brows returned to their original position, with his much larger hand he removed my hand from his mouth but kept it up between us.

"I'm guessing you didn't make up." he whispered

"Not exactly." I muttered as she pounded against my door screaming my name. I told Amy to order a basket of treats and send them to the house, my mother obviously wasn't satisfied with the overly healthy treats and kept harassing me at work as usual and now she is making her home visit.

"Why don't you just go out and talk to her?"

Glaring up at him I scoffed at the stupid idea "My mother doesn't talk things out she hides them behind smiles and false words." I answered in a bitter tone

He raised his brows at my cruel and rather gruesome attitude towards my mother, the woman who raised me. I rolled my eyes at his expression, after seeing that expression from multiple therapist growing up when I explained my feelings like they kept asking it no longer effected me.

"Just sit down and shut up." I hissed grabbing a fist full of his shirt

"I'd rather call your mom in here." he grinned a mischievous glint in his grey eyes, dropping my hand he made a move to step around me and I mimicked his movement.

"Don't you dare." I warned my fingers digging into his chest

He didn't respond but the smirk spreading along his face was enough to know he isn't letting down on trying to get my mother's attention. With my free hand I collected a fist full of his shirt not caring a bit about wrinkling it as I pushed him down with all the strength I could muster. Wrapping his arm around my waist he pulled me down with him as he fell onto the sofa horizontally, I landed on his chest with an oomph.

Groaning I pressed a hand to my forehead where I hit his toned chest before our compromising position settled in my head. Scrambling up into a sitting position I noticed our legs were tangled preventing me from standing, as well as the tanned hands resting on my hips holding me in place.

"Stop moving." he growled the deep animal like sound causing my heart to accelerate

"Are you crazy?" I hissed not giving up on freeing myself from him when I felt something poke my bottom abruptly freezing me in place

My eyes widened realizing why he demanded I cease moving, his fingers dug into my hips with his member still digging into my bottom. Fixing my eyes to his I regretted it as soon as I caught a glimpse of his dark liquid blue eyes, the playful grey shade consumed by arousal. My throat went dry when he made no move to hide the lust plain as day but than again his hard erection is pressed against my bottom.

"Wes-" he interrupted me with a throaty moan that vibrated down my spine, a hot wave following the sexy sound.

"Don't say my name kitty, not when we are like this." he said in a husky tone that had every nerve in my body perking up with anticipation.

"We can't just stay like this." I whispered my own voice sounding hoarse in my ears

Wes released another moan this own shook his chest where my hands rested, I shuddered as the sound vibrated down to my most womanly area, my stomach clenched from the sudden tension down below.

His erection jumped against my bottom, surprised by the hardness pressing against my open legs I jerked forward "Don't do that either, kitty." he groaned sounding in pain

"It's not my fault your horny." I said my voice a small whisper

He bunched a fist full of my skirt pulling the silky fabric higher and exposing my thighs. Gasping I placed my hands over his hoping to loosen his grip when my pelvis rubbed against his manhood causing him to hiss as the steel rod nudging my inner thigh hardened. A pool of heat flooded between my legs as the steel rod grew dangerously close to my throbbing channel, my chest rose and fell with each ragged breath that passed my lips, a warm blush heated my cheeks at my stupid movement. Bracing my hands on his chest I felt his heart pounding beneath my fingers and his chest heaving heavily with his breathing. Biting my lip nervously I peered ever so slowly up through my lashes, for a peek only but his piecing gaze locked with mine and it was like I was under a trance. No matter how much I wanted to break the stare I couldn't, his eyes like a dark abyss pulling me deeper into the unknown and I was a more than willing victim.

Gulping nervously I tried ignoring the fact that his lips were inches from touching mine, as if hearing my thoughts he leaned forward till our foreheads touched. The movement caused his erection to arch upwards now pressed against my panties. Suppressing a moan of my own I couldn't ignore the way the area between my legs hummed in response to feeling the hard, hot rod at my entrance.

"Wes." he hissed as soon as his name left my lips as a soft whimper "Your erection is-" I paused when it jerked upward

He released a sigh that fanned my flushed skin as it whispered across my parted lips, his fingers dug further into my hips and in one smooth move he jerked me down against his manhood. Yelping in surprise it quickly turned into a soft moan as Wes rotated my hips over his.

"Your wet for me kitty kat." he whispered huskily, the sound of his voice was smooth and oh so tempting

"Wes." I moaned as he bunched my skirt up above my hips leaving me only in my black panties. It was meant as a protest but when he skimmed his fingers over my bottom I couldn't get the words out to stop him, I didn't want him to stop.

"So fucking soft." he grunted grabbing the globes of my ass roughly, his hot breath hit my face as he lifted his mouth closer to mine. Whimpering softly I didn't realize I arched forward pressing my breasts against his chest causing our lips to mash together until I felt his lips curve beneath mine.

Locking my arms around his neck I moaned in abandoned pleasure, my will power withering rapidly the longer he brushed his mouth against my eager one. We fell into a desperate tempo, with his tongue nipping and licking my bottom lip asking for entrance.

Throwing every reasonable thought out the window I slanted my mouth against his as my mother's voice faded away along with the voice of reason, even the list of Wes's flaws and opened my mouth for him. His tongue pushed in through the small opening and thrust against my own, choking on a moan I couldn't deny my body from grinding against his manhood as it rubbed against my soaked panties. I just couldn't bring myself to care that I was rubbing myself against him like a dog in heat, desperate to feel his toned body against my softer one.

At that moment I didn't care that he had a different girl leaving his apartment a week ago, or that he probably planned for the dinner to end this way, I didn't even care that this encounter would mean nothing to him come tomorrow. All I cared about was getting closer to Wes, or as close as our body's could bring us.

I just wanted Wes.

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Let me clarify my last message, I don't want people PMing me with a request for me to update not ask nicely. I think I've scared some of you because everyone keeps apologizing {^]_[^] it's fine to write 'update' it's not fine when you message me three messages begging for one or you'll die.

I hope that is cleared up and please don't be afraid of me readers, I don't bite... that hard ;)

P.S. I stopped in the middle of the so called 'action' because this story will be turning rated R by the next chapter, that's a warning for anyone who doesn't enjoy these sort of stories.

As for you perves the good stuff is coming ;)