Page 174 of The Perfect Spiral
I should change. He was wearing a light blue shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, giving off a laid-back vibe, and grey slim-fit jeans. His dark hair was a bit longer than usual. He looked good.
“Wow, Alex, you look... wow,” he said, pushing off the door frame to get a better look at me. He put his hands in his pockets and looked me up and down, paying particular attention to my legs.
“Is it too much? I can go ch-”
“No, no, Alex, you look... perfect,” he interrupted, still studying me. His eyes finally met mine, and he smiled.
Wes glances over my shoulder, a smirk playing on his lips as he nods towards the door. “Ready, sweetheart? I’ve made reservations.”
I nod, quickly hugging Hannah and flashing a smile at Knox, who returns it instantly, though his gaze hardens when it lands on Wes.
Wes holds the door open for me, and I slide into the passenger seat, securing my seatbelt. The engine purrs to life, and we’re soon on the road, the city lights blurring past us.
After ten minutes of easy conversation, Wes pulls up outside Rochelle’s, one of my favorite restaurants.
“How did you know?” I ask, my eyes wide with surprise.
He chuckles, unbuckling his seatbelt. “Are you kidding me? I grew up with you, sweetheart. That’s how I know.” He winks at me, and I can’t help but laugh.
As I reach for my bag, the door swings open. Wes is standing there, his hand extended to help me out of his monster truck.
“You couldn’t have picked a bigger truck, could you?” I tease, taking his hand and stepping down.
“I won’t lie, I brought this truck partially because I didn’t wantyou getting your own door, and partially to see you struggle to get out of it.”
I punch his arm playfully, and he laughs, closing the door behind us. His hand still holding mine, we walk into the restaurant.
He holds the door open for me, and I quip, “Ladies first, I suppose?”
He shakes his head, grinning. “I was thinking more along the lines of age before beauty.” He pulls me closer to him, his arm wrapping around my shoulder.
We follow the hostess to a booth, just for the two of us. “A whole booth?” I comment, looking down at the menu.
“Just for you,” he says softly, making me blush.
The young waitress comes over, asking, “Can I get you something to drink first?”
“Um, yeah, I’ll have a Jack and Coke. Alex? What do you want? You can have anything.”
I order a whiskey sour, and Wes raises an eyebrow in amusement. “Whiskey sour, huh? Sam’s right... You do drink like an old man.”
“It’s not an old man’s drink!” I protest, laughing and kicking him under the table.
He grins, scanning the menu. “I thought you were going to be a typical girl and order something like... a multiple orgasm.”
I burst out laughing. “A what? They have those?”
“I mean, I could always fix that up for you. Just say the word,” he teases, his eyes sparkling with mischief.
“Oh, Wes, multiples are overrated. Besides, I want the one where every... single... muscle... in my body... loses control. You know the one, hips grinding, skin biting, nail digging, hair-pulling kind. Screaming out in pleasure,” I flirt back, watching his smirk grow with each word.
“Oh yeah? How does a person reach that level of intensity?” He leans in closer, his eyes hooded.
I lean in closer, whispering, “I’m usually on top.”
His eyes widen in surprise as the waitress returns with our drinks. She places mine down with a little more force than necessary, but Wes’s drink is slid smoothly across the table. “You ready to order?” she asks, snapping Wes out of his daze.
He nods, but his attention is quickly drawn to something over my shoulder. “You’re fucking kidding me!” he exclaims.
