Fall (Wesley Stromberg)

Chapter 33 'Treat'

Saige's POV

Wesley has been home from the hospital for three days now. As an 'I'm sorry' treat, I'm taking him out to dinner. I'm wearing my tight red dress that goes to about mid thigh, knowing it'll kill him.

I finished getting ready fairly quickly. I wasn't going to do every little detail of makeup, knowing what we'd be doing after dinner. I strapped my heels on and walked downstairs.

"Damn, hot momma, where are you going?" Mari whistled.

"Out with Wesley," I grinned. She shot me a wink before I walked out the door. I walked over to his house and knocked on the door.

"Is Wesley ready?" I asked Keaton when he opened the door. He checked me out, top to bottom, making me feel slightly uncomfortable.

"Uh, he's upstairs," he stuttered, looking behind him. He let me in, and I walked upstairs to find him.

"Wipe your drool, Keats," I laughed on my way up. I could just imagine his cheeks flushing with redness. I didn't even knock before going into his room. He was looking in the mirror, fixing his hair.

"It looks hot the way it is, babe," I seductively whispered, walking closer to him.

"No," he groaned while looking at me, even longer than Keaton did. I giggled, knowing it was killing him to wait for tonight.

"What? Too much for you to handle," I smirked.

"You look so sexy, oh my god," he groaned. He came over to me and pulled my waist close to his. He was going to kiss me, but I tilted my head at the last minute, so he got my neck.

"Not here," I whispered, "I have a place ready after dinner."

After we got over Wesley trying to fool around, we went to the restaurant. It was fancy, so I had to make reservations and everything like five days ago. We aren't skipping out on this meal, I'll tell you that.

"You're killing me in that dress, baby," he huskily growled in my ear when he pushed my chair in for me. I giggled a little.

"I'd be killing you even more if you knew what I was wearing under this dress," I teased. He let out a slight chuckle. A waiter came and brought us drinks. We looked at the menu a bit and ordered our food.

"You've been teasing me ever since the hospital, Saige. Why did you have to wear quite possibly the sexiest dress I have ever seen?"

"Can I tell you a secret?" I whispered seductively. He nodded as his eyebrows raised.

"I'm not wearing any underwear," I whispered, shooting him a wink. He put his head in his hands and sighed.

"I hate you," he mumbled.

"You won't be saying that later."

The waiter brought us our food, and for some odd reason, Wesley was in a hurry to finish. He scarfed down his food, barely saying a word in between bites.

"The faster you eat, the longer I'm making you wait," I told him. He slowed down, rolling his eyes.

We finally finished, way later than Wesley wanted to. I decided I teased him enough, and he deserved another treat.