FINDING MR WRONG (B1)

Chapter 2

CHAPTER TWO

   Not long after Karah filled me in, we turn around when we hear someone call her name. I take a few seconds to focus on what's happening, but I'm hearing Karah gasp. Then I watch on as she jumps into who I'm assuming are her dad's open arms. Oh my lord, he's there in his uniform too. Holy mother, he looks hot as hell in it.
You know, when the ladies say that men look good in uniforms? Well, I never used to believe it, but seeing him . Oh boy, Mrs Taylor is one lucky woman. He's got dark hair, but it's a little wavy on the top. I can tell it's a natural curl. His eyes are dark. I'd need to get a little closer to see what colour they are, but I'm kinda glued to the floor. I'm not sure if it's because he's hot, or I'm giving them space to greet each other. Yet, I'm kinda stuck. I can feel my hands shake with his manly presence. Holy crap, what the hell? Okay, Jolie, get it together. Stop drooling over your best friend's dad! For god's sake!

"Earth, to Jolie," Karah said, snapping me out of it.
Shaking my head now, trying to clear it. But it's when she asked if I'm okay.
"Um... Yeah, sorry, I guess I'm feeling a little light-headed. Sorry, lack of food. I guess."
I can feel my face burn with getting caught out, drooling over her dad.
"Ah, well it's good I'm here. Isn't it? Come on, I'll treat you both to a burger. Your mother is off on a little wonder, so I'm left to my own devices..."
I'm still staring at him. I can't help it. I'm completely mesmerised by how gorgeous he is. Talk about hot flushes. This man should strip for a living. Preferably for me. Oh boy, if only it wasn't for the married part and his daughter wasn't my best friend. Oh, and if he was my age, too. I so would. Actually, no, I probably wouldn't do anything. Crazily, I still imagine myself all over him. What the hell is wrong with my brain? Hormones, it's got to be my "adult hormones" kicking in. Crap! I seriously need to find a boyfriend. Or I'll just become a nun? You know, like my parents always wanted for me? Seriously, just the thought of never experiencing a man's touch doesn't sit well. One thing making my insides confirm that thought is how he looked at me when he told us he's left to his own devices. Embarrassingly, I end up blushing again, too. I also can't speak, so I carry on with my silence. Sadly, throughout our lunch, too. Of course, it didn't help the situation when he sat by my side. I'm serious. I felt his leg touch mine. The moment I felt it, it sent a crap-load of tingles rushing over my body. I knew he felt it when I jumped, but still, he stayed like that until we left. To be fair, the booth was kinda small. So, I'm guessing he only had a little room to move. Still, with feeling his touch, I couldn't eat much of my food. My stomach was in bits. What's worse was how Karah left me for the bathrooms. She left me alone with him.

"So, Jolie, what does it feel like turning eighteen?"
Again, I blushed when his cool breath caressed my arm. Feeling it caused a shiver to work its way over my body.
"It, it kinda just feels the same if I'm honest. I guess time will tell since it's my first time. Day! It's my first day, of being eighteen."
Lord, that doesn't make me sound like a freak or anything does it? Shit, get it together Jo!
He grinned, telling me, "I guess so." While he said it, he moved his thigh again. Once again, making my insides tremble with heat. When he cleared his throat, my eyes pull away from his thigh. Seconds after lifting my head, I'm met with his amazing, dark green eyes.
"You look older though. You don't look eighteen. I'm guessing you're more mature too? Your boyfriend's a lucky guy to have a beauty like you in his arms."
Holy crap! Did he just say that? He's winding me up, right?
"N-no, there's no boyfriend." I'm stuttering now, and it's making my face burn! Stop bloody stuttering!
"Well, I wasn't expecting that. You're a beautiful woman, Jolie. If only I wasn't married, I'd-" He began, but gets interrupted.
"O.M.G, those toilets need a match set to them. Jesus, I feel sick. I dread to think about their food hygiene." Karah says while she sits across from us. Sadly, I'm forcing myself to pull my eyes away from her dads.
Bollocks, Karah! If she stayed away a little longer, I would've heard the end of that sentence.
"Oh, I forgot to tell you. Mum said you can stay over tonight. We'll celebrate your birthday and maybe have a movie night."
Her Dad cleared his throat before telling her, it sounds like fun. Yet, I wouldn't have called it that, especially with him being there. Shit, I'll end up starving myself. Seriously, the man had my stomach in bits. It's after he said it, I felt his fingers brush against my bare thigh. Naturally, I jump a little, but I hide it with a cough. Surely, he didn't mean to do it? Yeah, it was just an accident, right?
"I, um... Karah, I'll have to clear it with my parents first. You know what they're like."
She nods and said, we'll do it after we've finished our shopping.
"Don't worry girls. I'm sure they won't mind. If you need me to talk to them, I'll assure them you'll be safe with us."
Oh hell! I swear. I'm going to hell. I'm completely lusting over my friend's dad, one who's probably double my age. This is bad, this is seriously bad.
Eventually, her mother joined us, and I end up pushing Karah's leg. I'm silently telling her we should go. I cannot sit here, lusting after her husband while she sits there. No way could I do that. Shit! It's bad enough his daughter's here, never mind his bloody wife. She's bound to pick up on it if I stayed any longer. Before I stand, I made sure my backside was covered. You know, since I'm wearing a skirt. Flashing him won't do my "embarrassment" any favours. No, I wasn't wearing a skirt when I left home. Oh god no, my parents would kill me. I changed inside the ladies at the bus station.
"Oh, Jolie, don't forget your card." Mr Taylor says after picking it up from our table. Only when I reach out to take it, my hands tremble when my fingers brush with his and I felt tingles.
"See you tonight, darling."
Bollocks!

***

Later that day...
When I left Karah, I headed home to ask my parents' about staying at her place tonight. They weren't pleased about it, but what swayed them was Mr Taylor. My parents called Karah's parents to make sure it was legit. Holy crap, he stayed true to his word and confirmed it, telling them he'll be supervising and making sure it's only us in there. What they didn't know was how Mrs Taylor would be working, which means it will indeed be only us. Oh God, I wish she didn't work nights. I'm scared now, but not of him. I'm scared I'll make a complete fool of myself. I'm having thoughts of him and how sexy he looked in his uniform. I'm imagining what his body is like. Is it muscular? Does he have abs? What does he feel like? Is his skin warm, hard, or soft? I know his hands are rough. I'd felt them today when he touched me and when my fingers brushed with his. Lord, I know it's wrong to even think about this, but I know nothing will come of it. This means I can have these "little fantasies," right? I mean come on, he's married, and out of my age range. Besides, like all my other "crushes" they come to nothing. That's because my parents won't allow it.
So yeah, I can only fantasise. Meanwhile, I'm like a total contradiction of my words. Believe me, every time he enters their video room, my eyes flutter. Crazily, I feel my stomach dance. It's when I see him in his normal clothes, blue wash jeans, with rips and a black faded T-shirt. It's showing off his hard chest, making him look so good. Karah told me he's only thirty-five, so he was pretty young when she was born. To me, his age means nothing. What I'm feeling toward him is throwing it out the window. I cannot concentrate at all on the movie we're trying to watch. All my thoughts consume with him and what he's doing. So much so, I leave her to get a glimpse of him. I hope to see him as I walk towards their kitchen. Heck, or even better, in the kitchen. My excuse? I told Karah I was thirsty. She already had drinks in there, but I made the excuse I needed water.
While pouring a glass for myself, my body tingles. It's when I hear rustling, moving towards me. Crazily, I sensed him before I felt his body heat. He's standing next to me, making my heart pound.

"How's the movie going?" He asked in a low, sexy voice. Yet before finding my voice, I take a moment. He's making it difficult to breathe. Finally, I rasp out and tell him, it's going okay.
"Only, Karah's asked to watch a horror next..." I end that, with a little shake of my head.
"And I take it, you don't like horrors?"
"Oh, I hate them," I tell him with a shaky voice. He heard it and grinned before reaching out. He's taking my glass from my hands. I'm wondering why, but then I find out when he took a drink... Before handing it back, he asked why.
"I-I have nightmares. Without fail, they stay with me for days."
He tilts his head and said, that's what boyfriends are for.
"They're there to protect you from the bad monsters. They're supposed to pull you close and hold you until it's over. Then, when it comes to bedtime, he'll make you forget all about it. You know, by pleasuring you."
My eyes bulged from their eye sockets. And I'm about to leave, feeling really out of sorts. That's when he told me he's sorry.
"I didn't mean to make you blush."
Seconds after saying this, he lifted his hand and caressed my cheek. Oh shit, my body pulls tight. I'm feeling stuff I shouldn't be feeling at all. Hell, I shouldn't even be here. I cannot help it. He's affecting me in ways I can't stop. I don't want them to stop, but I know they need to. I told him, I don't have a boyfriend, and I've never slept in a bed with one either. He smiled. However, it's almost wicked. It's like he's happy to hear my confession. No idea why he needed to know this, but I told him anyway. I guess I didn't want him thinking I was "that" kind of girl. But alas, my words are pointless, especially since I'm lusting over him. What the hell is wrong with me? He's still touching my cheek. Yet, when I'm about to ask why he's doing it, he moves in. I'm thinking he's about to kiss me but the thought gets shattered when he suddenly pulls away. Almost instantly, my body feels cold. It's craving him, wanting to feel warm again. While I watch him open the fridge door, Karah walks in. She's asking if I'm up for that movie now.
"Y-yeah, let's go."
I don't even give her time to respond. I'm already running towards the video room. All the way there, I can't help feeling so confused... hot and bothered, but so confused. What the hell is going on with me? He's married, for Christ's sake! I mean, am I reading this wrong? Am I getting my signs mixed up, or is he flirting with me? This is so crazy, it's beyond crazy stuff. It's not only crazy, but wrong. He shouldn't be doing this. Hell, nor should I. Yet for some unknown reason, I want it. I like the attention he's given me. For once in my life, it feels nice to be on the receiving end. Granted, none of us should do it. But still, I want it. Oh god, I'm a terrible person.