Dedicated to a wonderful reader who continues to support me, thanks Julia;)

This is a bit long but I didn't want to split this chapter, btw I've chosen Joshua Bowman to play Wes, yes or no?

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Chapter 8

"Than he had the nerve to yell at me! Can you believe that?" I growled at the phone laying on my dresser

"No, I can't." Tess tsked on the other end

She called when I came out of the shower wondering if I wanted to join her in yet another baby shopping spree. Putting her on speaker I explained how I had plans with Wes which her perverted mind translated to something dirty. After setting her straight I explained how I ordered him clothes after she left my office, his mini-temper tantrum and than his exit that left me a little flustered.

Slipping my feet into a pair of black wedges I stood up pleased with the look I achieved. Causal yet a bit dressy but not enough that Mr. Sex in Jeans can tease me about dressing up for him. I wore a black and white striped blouse that had a silver zipper in the back, a pair of light blue skinny jeans, matched with a pair of silver dangling earrings and a matching necklace. Nodding in approval I placed a thin crystal covered watch on my wrist, perfect. My makeup was its normal dab of mascara, eyeliner and a quick brush of blush. Just for color, of course. My lips had a soft shade of pink that added attention to my bow shaped lips, but it wasn't for Wes. It went with the outfit, I told myself.

"What the hell were you thinking Khlo?"

"Me?!" I replied staring down at the phone as if she were actually in the room

"You sent the man clothes which must of cut his ego in two, I mean come on Khloe you had it coming."

"Trust me I did the world a favor by cutting Wes's ego down a few pegs." I snorted

I expected Tess to take my side and shut the nagging voice in my head up, it has been bothering me since our small last night argument. Although I stand by my decision that I did nothing wrong I still had a sliver of guilt. I didn't do anything wrong, I assured myself for the hundredth time.

"A man's ego is sensitive and you basically challenged his manhood by sending those suits over."

"Really?" I asked still unable to comprehend the male mind

Tess laughed catching on to my confusion "Men need to feel like women need them not the other way around, you need to make him feel manly. Let him buy his own stuff. Apologize for yesterday and don't attack his manhood again, men are just as fragile as women."

"Apologize?!" I shouted my eyes widening

No way in this century is that happening!

"Yes, apologize. I have to go but call me when you get back, I want to hear all about your day out with Mr. sex on a stick."

Muttering a bitter goodbye I returned my phone back into the white tote bag I was using for today. Clipping my hair back with a small black clip, just as I stepped out of my bedroom a rasp at the door sounded. Rushing to the answer I paused by the small mirror behind the door to check my appearance one last time.

Perfect. Giving my hair a quick pat down I was startled by the hard knock. Another knock shook my front door, huffing out loud I knew he was doing it on purpose.

"Coming!" I shouted, I yanked the door open with enough force to pull it off it's hinges

Wes stood grinning wickedly with his hands shoved in the pockets of his dark jeans. The frustration from minutes ago soon evaporated as my eyes raked up and down his toned body. The soft gray T-shirt he wore showed off his toned arms and the way the V-neck clung to his chest revealing every curve of his abs. Yes abs, plural. No surprise his hair was disheveled standing out at every end giving a sexy bed hair look and those mysterious grey eyes had the effect that would have any woman on her knees. The glint of amusement added to their beauty, sucking me in.

"We haven't left the building and you came, I must be good." he teased

Grinding my teeth I found the spell broken by that one stupid comment. Throwing my bag over my shoulder I shut the door barely acknowledging him other than the dark glare I sent him. Pushing past him I pulled my large framed sunglasses from my bag and slipped them on.

The last thing I need is to be caught checking him out. Again.

"You practically asked for it." he chuckled sounding close behind me

"Shut up." I hissed as I turned towards the elevator

In silence we made it down to the parking lot but I knew the blessing wouldn't last long. Fishing my keys out I unlocked my car when a tan hand caught mine. Sucking in a breath I could have sworn my heart was lodged in my throat. A wave of heat ran a course through my right arm down to my core, a hot tingle that had my whole body quivering inside. Lifting my gaze I found myself pinned by his grey eyes.

"What are you doing?" he asked in a deep voice seemed too low for him

Swallowing the lump in my throat I prayed my voice wouldn't betray the panic I felt inside "Getting in my car."

His mouth curved showing the first signs of his signature smirk "I know that, I mean what are you doing driving."

"Excuse me?" I asked stupidly

He retracted his hand and I too eagerly hid mine behind my back hating my reaction to the simple touch.

"You drove last time, I want to drive."

Shaking my head I started forward replying with a simple "No." I found myself pressed against the back door, biting my tongue I fought to hold the gasp that bubbled on the tip of my tongue. Wes's toned forearm rested next to my head the scent of his cologne tickling my senses. My insides squirmed as he leaned close enough that the tip of his nose nearly touched mine. Leaning back I felt the warm blush taint my cheeks, his breath fanned my face as the source of the heat was only inches away from my mouth.

"I want to drive." he said in a voice that could surely cause any woman to melt at his feet

My mind went blank; unable to form any coherent words with his breath mingling with my own, his manly cologne surrounding me and those eyes. Dear God those eyes were like the sky after a storm at see; a hue of soft blue mixed with the dark clouds that meant danger. Raising my hand up to my chest I shook my head like a mute.

His pink lips widened as his free hand lifted up to my chest. With wide frightened eyes I watched his long fingers stretching out straight. If the thudding in my chest didn't kill me than those long masculine fingers would surely do the job. Manly fingers that were experienced and knew how to pleasure a woman; to fulfill every need and leave her withering by the aftermath. Fingers that would no doubt be followed by those luscious full lips that were skilled in the pleasuring department. Nipping, licking, biting-

"Come on kitty." he whispered in that velvety voice that was meant for the bedroom

His tempting voice and the wicked images combined in a dangerous mix that had my stomach clenching in anticipation. Stifling a moan I shoved the keys at his opened hand too consumed by the sudden arousal to fight him. Desperate to get away from the infuriating man that caused these feelings I ducked under his stretched arm. Jogging to the passenger side I hopped in not surprise to see Wes already in his seat. The engine roared to life as I clipped my seatbelt with shaky hands when I felt a warm palm rest on my knee.

"Ready cupcake?" he grinned knowing exactly how his touch effected me

Ignoring the fluttering in my stomach I lifted one trembling hand and quickly tossed his arm back.

"Just drive." I said in a voice that thankfully didn't betray my internal turmoil

Chuckling softly he pulled out of the reserved area confirming that he knew just what a mess I was inside. Sparing a quick glance from beneath my glasses I wondered how I'd survive this shopping trip.

"Like what you see." he winked catching me staring

"Not at all." I snapped back pleased with the full sentence I managed to form

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Wes turned to the side his broad shoulders pulled back, chest puffed out and those toned arms out on display through the tight fitting polo. Repositioning himself in front of the floor length mirror he struck another athletic pose.

"We get it Hercules." I said with a roll of my eyes

Dropping the muscle head position he pulled the polo off revealing the perfectly tanned chiseled chest that had my mouth dropping for a nano second. You'd think after an hour of shopping and watching him change that I'd be use to seeing him shirtless, it seems to get better and better each time. Snapping my mouth shut I was thankful he had his back to me otherwise he would never let my brief weakness go.

"You know you like it." he winked tossing the polo at me

Catching the shirt I stood up leaving the bags from the other stores by the fold out chair I had been on "Don't flatter yourself."

Placing the shirt on the buy pile I called the young girl from earlier over. The short brunette ran forward her large, perky breasts bouncing as she stood straight like a solider in training.

"Yes ma'am."

"We'll be taking this pile." I said gesturing to the decently sized pile of clothing on the empty seat beside me "And we would like some suits tailored."

"New wardrobe Wes?" the girl asked as she collected the clothing

"Someone thought I needed a new style." he answered pointing at me like a child

Narrowing my eyes I found it difficult to stay angry with him standing there shirtless, his four pack out on display and oh so tempting. At one point I nearly reached my hand out to feel the cut of each hardly earned muscle.

Get a grip Sparks, he's just a guy!

"Well you look pretty good to me." the girl said with a flirtatious wink

"Thanks Penny your not so bad yourself babe." he shot back

With a giggle the girl walked off to the register and I couldn't help but follow her as she disappeared from sight. How obvious can she get with the way she sashayed her perfectly shaped butt? Or the way she flirted shamelessly with Wes in front of me, didn't she think that maybe I am his girlfriend? Not that I wanted her to think that it's just she could have held back on the flirting.

Lifting my glasses over my head I lifted the rejected clothing up on top of the chair. Turning on my heels I couldn't help but wonder if Wes had chosen this place to rekindle what ever he had with Penny? Chewing on my bottom lip I found my curiosity getting the best of me, wringing my fingers together I lifted my gaze just as Wes did the same.

"So have you two..you know." I asked

You know?! How childish can you get?! I mentally slapped myself for my verbal mess up, what was wrong with me when it came to Wes?

"Me and Penny? She's more of a cousin than anything, why do you ask?" he answered

I'm not sure why I felt the excitement I did when he mentioned her as a cousin, maybe it's because she's too bubbly and perky for my liking. From her pearly smile to those too high breasts and the squeaky tone of her voice. Penny was just too happy and I don't like it one bit.

"No reason." I shrugged as a thin old man approached us

The man was extremely thin, his bony shoulders poked out against the striped dress shirt he wore. His pants were baggy; practically falling off of his hips, if it weren't for the belt he wore. His cheeks were hallow with a white stubble spread along his jaw, his beady brown eyes were like chocolate drops; small and shiny.

"Johnny." Wes greeted shaking the man's bony hand "How are you?"

"Can't complain, how's your father?" the man asked his voice hoarse

Wes's smile faded as he pulled his arm back his features darkening "He's...doing better."

John noticed the change and nodded in response his eyes turning in my direction "Who's this beauty?" he asked

"Khloe Sparks." I introduced myself sticking my hand out

Ignoring my out stretched hand the elder man engulfed me in a bony hug. His elbows dug painfully into my ribs but rather than complain I gritted my teeth and bared the brief pain.

"She's gorgeous." the man chuckled patting my head as if I was a child

"Thank you, sir." I smiled gratefully

John turned towards Wes, his barely there brows rising in surprise, Wes nodded understanding the man's unspoken words. Confused by the exchange between both men I cleared my throat grabbing their attention once again.

"John we would like you to tailor a few suits for Wes, if you don't mind sir."

"For you sweetheart anything." the man chuckled patting my cheek despite the fact that I towered over the small man

"Step over here." John called motioning for Wes to follow him

As he asked Wes stepped on to the wide wooden stool and if I had any doubt he was a Greek statue before he sure looked like it now. Shirtless and on a stool out in the open for all to ogle.

John pulled out a yellow measuring tape from his pocket, stepping forward he wrapped the tape around his neck. Retrieving a small notepad he jotted down the measurements. Bending forward he wrapped his arms around Wes's waist. Wes's eyes widened as John lifted his arms and stepped a fraction of an inch too close, the frail man was pressed up against Wes in a rather intimate position.

"So why the new clothes?" John asked wrapping the measuring tape around Wes's arms

Biting my bottom lip I tore my gaze from Wes who looked terrified as John bent down his face nearly by his groin.

"We have a few events to attend and Wes needed a tune up so to speak." I said unable to keep the smile from my face

The shade of white his face took was priceless when John lifted his head hitting Wes's groin.

"Sorry buddy." John chuckled

Sinking my teeth into my lip I could have sworn I'd punch a hole in my lip. Watching Wes squirm uncomfortably as an old man touched him in the most embarrassing areas was a gift from above. The way his eyes widened to the size of saucer plates, the ghost like shade his face took was hilarious and only proved that karma was sweet to those who waited. Oh and how sweet it was to watch the always cocky and confident Wes yelp when John wrapped his thin arms around him and it was often. Due to his trembling fingers John had to remeasure him a few times and it was a gift from above.

Serves him right for the stunt he pulled at Stacy's engagement.

"Just to be sure John you should measure his waist again." I offered

Nodding John stepped forward to do just that when Wes held up a hand "I think you've got it."

"Okay, now for your pants measurements."

"Pants." Wes repeated

Oh this was the icing on the cake, I should pull my phone out and snap a few shots. Use one as my screen saver and wallpaper, maybe even my Facebook profile photo.

"No, nope." Wes shook his head snapping his legs shut like a teenage girl on prom night when John bent down

The old man straightened his back squinting up at Wes as if he spoke in a foreign language. Shaking my head I opened my mouth to scold Wes for his childish behavior when the man himself stepped off the stool. Grabbing my elbow he bent down so his mouth was by my ear.

"I'm not letting a man touch my man junk." he mumbled

I took a small step back to put a safe distance between us "He's just taking your measurements stop being a baby, I'm sure you have done this before." I said with a shake of my head

His hand dropped from my arm as his eyes darted downwards guiltily.

"You haven't done this before! Than why the hell did you bring us here?" I shout whispered astonished that he dragged me to this small shop and now refuses to let the man do his job

"Not really, but my dad always came here to tailor his suits so I thought I would too."

I'm not sure what it was exactly that had my forehead smoothing of the anger lines; the soft crack in his usually deep voice, the deep frown on his pink lips. Or perhaps the brief flash of sadness in his pale blue eyes. Which ever it was it reminded me of a lost child and had my anger evaporating into sympathy. He seemed so vulnerable and I'm sure it wasn't because John was going to touch his junk.

"You needed suits Wes." I sighed rubbing my temples

"Didn't you hear a word I said?" he practically growled

To say I was surprised by his sudden grumpy mood would be a lie, whatever upset him must be a private wound so I'll let his attitude go, this time. He still needed tailored suits for any up coming events and I'm positive if I mention buying him suits Wes will throw me threw a window.

Chewing on my lip I knew there was a solution to this small bump in the road but it would require a sacrifice from me.

"I'll do it." I spoke out loud

Wes's head bobbled up, a small crease formed between his brows in puzzlement. Turning to the equally confused old man I couldn't believe I was doing this but it was me or perky Penny. Although I'm sure she would love to get down for Wes as I'm sure he wouldn't mind but I wasn't having it.

In case there were cameras around, I assured myself. As nicely as I could I took the measuring tape from the grinning tailor and motioned for Wes to return to the stool.

"Now you can touch my junk." he chuckled as he parted his legs

Give me strength.

Placing my bag down by my feet I took a calming breath praying to get through this as quick as possible. A voice in my head screamed no, Wes could go without a few suits. He has enough clothes after the pile we formed but he needed these suits. Ignoring the wise voice in my head I dreadfully lowered myself on to my knees to a position I'm sure Wes loved to see women in.

Reminding myself that this was necessary I reached my shaky hands to the inside of his thighs. When I was younger my father use to have his personal tailor come to the house when he was too busy with work to go to the store himself. Like any curious child missing her father I use to sneak in and watch as the young boy took my father's measurements, eventually he'd spot me and scold me for spying on him. Years of peeking from behind his office door had come in handy as I already knew the areas John would need measured to create a perfect fitting suit. With swift precision and a face crimson red I measured the length of his legs and his waist without a glitch but that wasn't what had my blood rushing in my ears like a floodgate being opened for the first time.

Wrapping the yellow measuring tape around his thigh I felt a fresh wave of heat flood my cheeks. In a shaky voice I muttered the first measurement to John who scribbled it down with a sneaky grin on his face. Dropping the tape from his toned thigh I swallowed the lump in my throat and turned to the other equally sculpted thigh.

How can a restaurant worker be so fit?

Managing to wrap the tape around his thigh the edge of the measuring tape nearly met the other when my trembling fingers brushed against the tight muscle. Biting my tongue I barely held back a moan at the feel of such toned thighs. I wonder what other part of him is this toned and tight. Repeating the measurement out loud I found myself trembling like a autumn leaf as I stretched the tape to the inside of his thigh, stretching it higher and higher till it reached the part of him I'd rather not be any where near.

"A little higher sweetheart." John spoke

Nodding I stretched the tape up, my hand now directly next to Wes's very noticeable erection. It was my turn for my eyes to widen at the sight of the very large bulge literally in my face and my goodness was it impressive. I now understand why he has more women parading in and out of his apartment than the playboy mansion.

He was huge!

No huge wasn't a good enough word to describe the monstrous thing! How would it look out of the jeans restraining it? With size no doubt came skill and such a size would please a woman in ways she could only dream of.

The thought had me wondering if Wes was a gentle lover; kissing his partner while slowly pleasing her needs as well as his own. Or is he rough; taking control and driving his partner mad with raw passion. Shuddering at the images my mind was concocting I didn't realize my hand rubbed against his erection till a moan above me sounded.

The yellow tape dropped from my hand like it was hot coal, staring up threw dark lashes I locked gazes with Wes. His soft grey eyes took a dark liquid blue that had me struggling to breathe, the intensity of his arousal sparkling in his blue hue gems had my lower abdominal clenching as parts of me I didn't know could ache did. His hand lifted from his side and with the weight of a feather, rested against the side of my cheek. With his thumb he stroked my jaw never breaking eye contact, parting my lips I darted my tongue out to moisten my sudden dry lips noticing his eyes dropping down to my mouth.

A throaty moan passed his pink lips, like a wave reality slammed into me bringing my forgotten common sense with it. Retracting my hand I jumped up to my feet nearly hitting a confused Wes as I did. Turning on my heels I avoided John's stare as I mumbled the last measurements and darted to the counter without a single glance backwards.

With my back to both men I released the breath I hadn't realized I was holding and leaned against the counter. Placing a hand on my still racing heart I squeezed my eyes shut, wondering what exactly had come over me? One minute I was measuring him for new slacks than before I knew it I was allowing him to touch me and my bodies reaction to the shameless lust in his eyes was embarrassing. I came apart in seconds before him by one accidental touch and in a public shop of all places. What would happen if we were alone and I crumbled at his feet again?

"Kitty kat?"

Reopening my eyes I turned to see Wes fully dressed with a look of concern, in his hand he had my abandoned bag. Clearing my throat I took my bag with a small thank you.

"That'll be six hundred seventy-five dollars including the three suits you've ordered." Penny said passing the two large white bags with the store logo over the counter

Pulling his wallet out Wes slid a credit card to the perky clerk and took the bags off the counter as I reached for them.

"Thanks again Pen." he said to the young Penny

"No problem, bye Wes." she said lowering her already bursting breasts even lower

Cousin my ass, I thought as I followed Wes out into the street. Falling into step beside him I found the silence between us unbearable and too awkward unlike before when we entered the small corner shop.

"So your family usually comes here?" I asked hoping to fill the silence

"Yeah, my dad first brought me here for my sister's wedding when I was thirteen." he answered as we approached the car

Without arguing or asking to drive my own car I stepped into the passenger side at the same time Wes did. Taking the bags from his lap I placed them in the back feeling guilty as I caught a glimpse of the receipt. If it weren't for me he wouldn't need to spend so much money on clothes that he couldn't have bought in the first place.

I could give him the amount when we arrive back at the apartment but I'm sure he would yell at me again. It was than I remembered Tess's words from earlier this morning. Seating back in my seat I felt the car pulling out into the street but not towards our building.

"Where not going home?" I asked

"I thought we could grab a bite first, if that's okay with you?" he asked sparing a quick glance in my direction

"No, it's fine." I replied "Wes."

"Hmm."

"I'm sorry for sending those suits over."

His head snapped in my direction a look of surprise on his face, and just as quickly turned his attention back to the road. If it weren't for the lopsided smirk plastered on his lips I would have thought he was still mad.

And for the first time I was glad to see him smirk.

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Ohh Khloe got all flustered and heated by the sight of Wes's man junk... heehee...things are heating up between these two and I'm not done yet;) speaking of which would you guys mind if things get a little graphic? With Wes and Khloe?