They disconnected, and she let herself fall back on the bed. The shadows from the setting sun washed across her cracked and stained ceiling in swoops and swirls of patterns. A thought occurred to her, and even though she should have pushed it aside, she played with it. Her going rate for tutoring was twenty dollars an hour, but maybe Alex would like to compromise on all of that, because what she wanted from him had nothing to do with monetary value.
Chapter Four
Alex sat at one of the patio tables outside of Rocko’s. Although September was technically fall the weather was still in the high eighties, like it was today. His iced tea sat in front of him, and the condensation left a ring of moisture on the white paper tablecloth. His heart raced, and he felt like a fucking pussy for the excitement inside of him at seeing Mary. Dammit, she was going to tutor him, he hoped, but he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t anticipating spending some time with her.
He couldn’t quite place why he had this sudden, almost instant infatuation with her, but damn if he could just switch it off. Usually when he was drawn to a female it was only for a few hours, just enough time to get her off and shoot his load. But he never had this desire, no, this need to want to see a female. It made him feel irrational, like some kind of teenage girl who couldn’t control her emotions. Besides, Mary Trellis wasn’t the type of girl he went for, and he had a feeling she wasn’t into guys like him: ones that partied, obviously failed classes, and fucked far too many girls to make him seem like a decent guy
Feeling resolution that he would put Mary and everything that had to do with wanting her out of his head he leaned back in the white plastic chair. The waitress made the second pass by his table and grinned down at him. Alex knew that look. It was one of interest, and what better way to put Mary and her hot little body of his head than by hooking up with a random chick? Shit, sometimes he even disgusted himself.
“Hey, aren’t you Alex Sheppard?” He leaned forward and rested his forearms on the wrought iron table. She wore a tight as sin white t-shirt, and the white bra she wore underneath stood out in stark contrast. Her nipples were hard, too, and Alex didn’t make it a secret as to what he was eyeing as he lowered his gaze to her chest.
“Yeah. What’s your name?” Her cheeks turned a shade of pink, and he knew that she would be in the bag if he laid it on just a little thicker. She was shy, but not shy enough that she hadn’t had the balls to talk to him.
She ducked her head and lifted her hand to tuck a strand of reddish hair behind her ear. “Jessica Locker.” She looked young, but legal, which made her game. “I just started at OSU, but everyone talks about you.” Her cheeks turned even redder, and he knew she was embarrassed by what she just said. “I mean, not that I sit there and talk about you, but well, you know, everyone knows you’re a really good player, and well, they all talk.”
She rambled on, and he couldn’t help but grin. He loved the innocent ones, and maybe that made him the biggest asshole alive, but he’d treat her real good, and then she’d have a nice memory of getting fucked her freshman year. And that’s what Alex did. He fucked, nothing more, nothing less. The girls that wanted more didn’t come looking for him, and that was just how he liked it.
“So, Jessica, you been to a frat party?” She opened her mouth to answer, but the sound of someone clearing their throat right behind him had Alex looking over his shoulder. Mary stood there, the little sundress she wore billowing around her thighs when the wind picked up. Fucking hell she looked good. The smell of the soap she used filled his nose, and that was all it took for his dick to get hard.
Weren’t you supposed to kick the idea of wanting her to the back of your damn mind? He couldn’t see her blue eyes because the dark Jackie-O sunglasses shielded them completely, but he could practically hear the condescending thoughts coming from her. How much had she heard or seen? For some reason he didn’t want her thinking of him as this massive partying, fighting man-whore, despite that being the God’s honest truth of who and what he was.
“I’m not interrupting, am I?” Mary asked, but again he couldn’t gauge her reaction with those big-ass sunglasses on her face, and her voice was neutral, bored even. For some reason that annoyed him. Did he want her to be jealous? God, he needed to grow the fuck up.
“No, I was just talking to Jessica.” The waitress muttered something unintelligible before turning and leaving them alone. “Here, have a seat.” He went to stand and help her with the heavy looking bag hanging from her shoulder, but she already had it on the ground and was pulling out her seat. Alex sat back down, and a strange sort of uncomfortable silence passed between them. “So, uh, about the tutoring,” he said to break up the awkwardness. She took off her sunglasses, and her eyes seemed insanely vibrant in the afternoon light.