Chapter 13

Kat

I COULDN’T BELIEVE Kobe had made breakfast for me, and an oyster omelet to boot. What had gotten into him? Was he trying to please me, or...? He did mention getting the omelet on the Ginger menu. Maybe that was all he wanted.

But then again, it really was so sweet of him... almost like the old Kobe I once knew... and liked. He’d even had food delivered to my place to make that special breakfast for me.

Smiling, I grabbed my laptop off the top of my dresser and plopped down on my bed to open it. Before doing any kind of work, I checked my messages. I had a few uninteresting things of little consequence, but it was the one from Trent that I was eager to read.

Good morning, Katrina. Come to Ginger when you can. I have something you need to see.

My smile broadened just reading his message. I could almost hear his smooth, velvety voice. What did he have to show me? I was eager to find out and quickly sent him a response.

Sure thing. I have a few things to take care of here, and I’ll come over right after that.

He sent me another message; the quicker the better.

An electric thrill shot through my body. Yeah. No way I was going to get any work done now. I slammed the laptop shut and got up to go to my closet.

I considered putting back on the midi dress, but somehow, I felt that I didn’t need that degree of formality with Trent. After all, it would be just the two of us; no staff, no customers. Just Trent.

Just handsome, adorable, attentive Trent. Damn, I never thought a guy could look so good. He could easily be on the cover of GQ and yet he was so easy to talk to. I was sure he could get any girl he wanted; and he seemed to want me. I could hardly believe it.

I threw off my simple little t-shirt dress and put on a more mature yet still casual white lace dress that buttoned down the front, its fluffy skirt just barely coverer my knees. As an afterthought, I buckled a thin patent leather black belt around my waist. Teaming that with my black kitten heels and black handbag, I headed out and almost bumped into Kobe.

“Oh,” I said. “Kobe.”

“I... I was just going... I was just going to the bathroom.” He stood there, awkwardly holding his hands in front of him.

“You okay?”

“Sure.” He looked me up and down. “Kind of overdressed for working at home, aren’t you? Besides, I kind of liked that little red dress. Really cute and comfy.”

I let out a light laugh. “You should see my closet back home. It’s full of cute little numbers as well as things like this that are a little more... well, grown up.”

“Still, why the get up just to stay home?”

“As it turns out, I’ve got to go.”

“Go? Go where?” That angry scowl had quickly returned to his brow, but his awkward stance remained. “I thought we were going to work on the project from here.”

“Well, as it turns out, I’ll be working from Ginger instead.”

“Ginger? You mean with Trent?”

“Yes.With Trent.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Oh,” I said, rolling my eyes as I walked past him into the living area. With my fists on my hips, I turned to face him. “Here we go again. Kobe, I don’t want to have to go over this every time I go to Ginger.”

“I don’t care. I don’t want you to be alone with him.”

“I don’t care either, Kobe. I’m an adult. And you are far from having any kind of authority over me. If I decide I want to go and work with him, then I’m going to go out there and work with him. And that’s that.”

I turned to leave but he grabbed my hand and pulled me back.

“You’re not going.”

I finally saw the cause of his awkward stance and my jaw dropped. The outline of a severe hard-on was clear. His dick was as hard as an iron rod, a large iron rod. So that was what he’d been hiding behind his hands.

So, I did have an effect on him. I’d begun to think that he didn’t even see me, really see me. But it was too late. That hard-on meant nothing after all he’d done to me.

“I think you’re making a mistake if you get too close to him. He’s not right for you.”

I tried to pull my hand out of his grip. “Oh, what do you know, Kobe? What do you know about anything? About anything having to do with me? Once upon a time I might have listened to you. I might have trusted you. I might even have confided in you. If you remembered me at all from 7 or 8 years ago. Does summer camp ring a bell to you? Were you even there at all? Did you even remembered what happened between us? Based on how you’ve treated me from day one that I’ve been here at your father’s Academy, you don’t even remember me. You and I didn’t even know each other, let alone had feelings for each other. I would have listen to you if you acted like you remembered us. But now? Now you’re nothing to me, Kobe. And now your opinion means nothing to me. Nothing. We’re not even friends. Just class partners. So your opinion of me or Trent or anything means nothing to me. Now, let go of me.”

“Kat...” He held onto me with both hands, refusing to let go.

“You’re the one who shut me out,” I said, struggling to break free. “You’re the one who ghosted me, without reason, without explanation... just... one day we’re friends and the next we don’t talk to each other for years... until I show up here. And I think we both remember the kind of welcome you gave me.”

“You don’t understand, Kat. I...”

“You bet I don’t understand. But I understand this; telling me what I can or can’t do? Bullying me for no reason. Bullying Layla. No. That ends now.”

He pulled me to him and backed me up to the wall. His eyes were hard and angry, but also pained and confused.

“Didn’t you ever stop to think that there might be a reason?” he said as he pressed up against me. “Didn’t you ever stop to think for a second that this might be hard on me as well?”

“Don’t play the victim in this scenario, Kobe. Whatever the reason might be, you could have let me know. We could have talked about it. At least then I would understand what was going on between us. But you just cut the ties...” I used my fingers as scissors. “... just like that... and I’m out of your life.”

“Believe me, I wanted to tell you. You have no idea how many times I thought of contacting you. How many times I just wanted to talk to you... like old times. But I couldn’t. I can’t.”

“You can’t or you won’t,” I shot back. The pain of all those years, not knowing, wondering why... it all came flooding back. “You hurt me, Kobe. I trusted you and you were my friend, a good friend... and you hurt me.”

“I can’t explain fully why I did what I did. But can you just believe that I never stopped thinking about you. I never stopped wanting you.” He gently ran his fingers along my cheek.

“Stop it, Kobe.”

“I lost a friend back then, too, remember. You were my friend. We hung out together. Damn, Kat, you were my best friend. Things just got...”

“Got what? Was it someone else? Another girl? Kobe, we weren’t even dating... not really. That kiss. It was just a childish kiss. I would have understood. Or at least I would have known what had happened. We still could have remained friends. Instead, you just kicked me out of your life... completely.”

His breaths came in hard spurts as he looked at me.

“Why, Kobe? You can tell me why now, can’t you?”

He leaned in to kiss me, hard.

“Kobe,” I started. I tried to resist him, but let out a moan.

His kiss only became harder, more determined. Tears stung my eyes as I reached out to hold him to me. My lips reciprocated despite my anger, kissing him back with a passion I’d completely forgotten I’d ever had.

“Believe me now?” he murmured through the kiss. He pressed his chest harder against me, crushing my breasts. And his hard-on; that massive hard-on. He lowered himself slightly and pressed his hard dick against me. It nestled perfectly at the crux of my thighs, effectively pressing into my clit and making me dizzy.

“Kobe, we really shouldn’t,” I said, though I didn’t believe a word I’d said. I wanted him. I wanted all of him.

He reached up under the skirt of my dress and tugged down my panties. They tickled their way down the length of my legs and settled on my feet.

“This whole thing has been driving me crazy,” Kobe said. He pulled his zipper down with one hand while he yanked up the skirt of my dress with the other.

I gasped as his bare rod glided between my thighs and he stroked my wet core.

“Kobe,” I whispered. My fingers raked through his hair as my lips sought his. “Oh, Kobe.”

I clamped my thighs tightly together as he stroked the length of his hard cock against my eager clit, thrusting up and down against it like he was fucking me. OMG.

“I want you so bad,” Kobe groaned. He thrusted harder and faster until I was moaning and trying to open myself up to him.

“No, not yet, not this time. It’s all about you, Kat,” Kobe whispered hotly into my ear.

I knew it wouldn’t be long before I reached the summit. When I couldn’t hold on any longer, I shuddered before I came, climaxing just as Kobe’s mouth crashed against mine, swallowing my cries of ecstasy. It was so good. He was so good. Everything about him.

I clung to him, kissing him, hugging him and when my orgasm swept over me, I held him tighter, never wanting to let him go. “Yes, Kobe. Oh, yes!”

He grabbed a hold of his huge hard-on and gently stroked it as he looked at me. “Do you see the effect you have on me? Every time I see you, I can barely control myself.”

His breathing became more labored, and he leaned back as he closed his eyes. He stroked harder, faster.

Mesmerized, I stared at him. His hard shaft, his strong fist and the contorted look of bliss on his face.

“Yes,” he let out as his head fell back. “Yeah!”

The ejaculation was explosive, spurting out as he let out another cry of pleasure.

Fascinated by what had just transpired between us, I bent over and tried to kiss the tip of his cock.

“No,” Kobe said as he quickly backed away.

“Why?” I said, a little surprised by his quick retreat.

He reached out to the tissue box on the console and did his best to clean himself up. “For one, I’m a mess. Two, once it’s over, I need a bit of a break before we can start again. But most importantly...” He went to the bathroom to throw the tissue away and wash his hands then returned, a hand towel in his wet hands.

“Go on,” I said, intrigued by his reasoning. “What is the most important reason?”

He tossed the towel aside and grasped my shoulders, not with the passion and hunger of moments earlier, but with tenderness and affection. “Because that’s not the way it’s going to go down when we do it. I know that you’re still a virgin.” He kissed me, neither chaste nor passionate. Just a warm, wet kiss that instantly had me wanting more.

“What do you mean, ‘do it right’? What makes you think we’re going to do it at all?”

He kissed me again, more warmth, with a touch more passion. “Because I know you.”

“And...?”

His kisses trailed down my neck. “As sure as I am a King, I am going to fuck you, Katrina Lee. I am going to fuck you, and you are going to love every minute of it because I remember the fire in you, Katrina. The girl I knew back in camp had so much fire and fight in her, she could incinerate the entire forest. That’s the Kat I remembered.”