"Well, I can't argue with you there."
For the next hour she explained how sex has played a role in society. She had to give Alex credit, he actually acted like he was interested in the subject, but she also reminded herself that they were still talking about sex, and therefore appealing to the guy in him.
"Well, our hour is up, and besides, I don't want to keep you from your date." She grabbed the books and shoved them in her bag.
"Huh?"
It was already seven, and she still had to get ready and head over to the club. Traffic would probably be a bitch since it was a Friday night, and downtown Columbus was also busy. She looked at Alex.
Mary didn't comment on the fact he seemed confused by what she said, so she just kept talking about tutoring. "You want to get together tomorrow, maybe at two, if you're free? I figure we can get two days in a row since I'm free."
"Yeah, I don't have anything planned, so it's all good." They stood there for a minute, and she realized it was a minute too long as the awkwardness settled back in.
"You did really well with the material tonight, Alex. I don't have any doubts that you'll catch on to this easy." His cheeks turned a light shade of pink, and her smile grew. Well look at that, she had embarrassed hulking Alex Sheppard. "Okay, well I'll talk to you later."
She turned to make a hasty retreat, knowing she needed some fresh air to help dispel the intoxicating scent of Alex that seemed to seep into every one of her pores. She reached for the handle of the door at the same time he did, and when their skin brushed together a shot of electricity shot up her arm. Their eyes held for a suspended moment, and now it was her turn to blush. Alex on the other hand seemed unaffected again, as if he caught himself actually acting human, which embarrassed her further. Before anything could be said, or she put her foot in her mouth and stumbled over her words, she hauled ass out of there and away from the one guy who was slowly making her come undone.
Chapter Eight
Alex followed Vince down the winding staircase that led to Tainted, the newest underground club in Columbus. It was more of an upscale, exclusive club, with a line that wrapped around the massive red brick building every day of the week. The club itself was underneath an old building, in the massive basement that had been converted for this specific purpose. The pounding beat of the music quickly approaching filled his ears and went through his body like a sledgehammer. The stairwell opened up to the basement, and they stepped onto the landing. The elevator that was located on the main level dinged, and a group of scantily clad females filed out. Their dresses barely covered their asses, and their tits were hanging out showing mile long cleavage. Their heels could have been construed as a deadly weapon. One of the blondes stopped and blatantly eye-fucked Vince.
"Shit, man. I'm takin' that one home tonight. Or maybe I'll just fuck her in the bathroom." Alex didn't blink twice at Vince's words. The chicks were hot, but they did nothing for him. The small landing opened up to the main part of the club. The lights were low, the air almost foggy, and the beats were bumping. Lasers flashed across the space, slicing through the gyrating bodies that were all but having sex on the dance floor. It was a new club, but Alex had been here a few other times with Vince. It was always crawling with chicks ready to get it on, and he was ashamed to think that that had always been a turn-on for him. Then he thought about Mary and how she had looked tonight. She hadn't been wearing anything revealing, just some jeans with holes in the knees, and a form fitting tee. She had looked gorgeous with her dark hair spread out across her shoulders, and her blue eyes piercing right into him. She had curves that went on for miles, and he loved that she was thicker than the girls he normally went after. Fuck, he had it bad for her, but it only made it that much worse when he had her in his room and on his fucking bed. Yeah, they had been talking about schoolwork, but he had been having a shit time concentrating since the scent of her was like a fucking drug. He had picked up bits and piece of what she was talking about, enough that when she had asked him something he could bullshit his way through it without revealing he hadn't been paying much attention at all. How in the fuck was he going to get through the next few weeks having her tutor him when all he could think about was stripping off her clothes and exploring every inch of her body? He ran his hand through his hair and tugged at the short strands at the base of his head.
"I need a fucking drink." He shouted to Vince, who gave him a chin lift in acknowledgment.
"Me, too."
They pushed their way through the throng of people and leaned against the bar once they reached it. It was packed as hell tonight, and the scent of sweat and sex lingered in the air. There were two bartenders stationed behind the neon lined bar. Their movements were quick and accurate. Vince leaned forward, caught the leather wearing female bartender's attention, and said something to her that made her stop and actually blush. Alex couldn't hear what Vince was saying over the loud beat of music, but he was sure it was something pretty fucking dirty, and something that would have the punk rocker looking girl dropping her panties and grabbing her ankles for him by the end of the night. Vince tapped on the bar twice, and Alex could practically hear the girl sigh. A moment later there were two cold bottles of beer before them, and the bartender was sliding a piece of paper into Vince's palm.
They turned back around toward the club. Alex leaned to the side but kept his eyes on a couple of girls dry humping each other a few feet away.
"Do I even want to know what you said to that chick?" He heard Vince chuckle but didn't turn to look at him.
"Not unless you want to watch what I told her I'd do with my tongue when she got off work?" Alex lifted his hand that held the bottle of beer and curled his lip in disgust. Vince chuckled harder. "I didn't think so." They stood there for another few minutes before Vince slammed his bottle on the counter. "I'm going to find myself a piece of ass."
"What about hitting it up with the punk chick?" Alex looked at Vince who was scanning the crowd. "I'll be calling her later." He looked at Alex and gave him a cocky smirk. The bastard always gave him a hard time for sleeping around, but Vince was just as guilty as the rest of them. Vince sauntered into the crowd, and the bodies parted before him like he was oil and they were water. Alex brought his beer to his mouth and took a long pull from it. He let his gaze sweep over the bodies, and when he made a second sweep his eyes landed on a redhead who stood a few feet in front of him. She was alone, her body facing his, her eyes locked on him. The shorts she wore couldn't be called anything but the booty variety, and her top was nothing more than a strip of elastic that barely covered her huge, most likely fake, tits. She moved to the music, and each swivel of her hips was meant to entice. She ran her hands up and down her body, caressing her breasts, and then slowly moving them down her belly, over her pussy, and started the whole process again. Normally he would have been all over that, but here he was, still picturing Mary sitting on his bed, and not able to get the scent of her out of his head. This was bullshit, and he was acting like an idiot.
He finished off his beer and set the bottle on the bar before moving toward the busty redhead. She continued to move her hips back and forth as she approached. He stopped in front of her, and she immediately hooked her finger around the collar of his shirt and pulled him closer. Their bodies connected, and he felt the firm, perfect globes of her tits against his chest, and the softness of her thighs met his. He wrapped his hand around her too thin waist, felt the edge of her ribs poking out, but didn't focus on that. Her perfume was strong and slightly nauseating, but she was a female, relatively attractive, and wanted him. He wasn't picky, especially not when he was trying to get a piece of ass and forget about a certain sexy and intelligent brunette who was tutoring him.
"Don't I know you?" She all but purred, and lifted her heavily made up eyes to his. She batted her eyelashes at him, and he was sure to other guys that look made them putty in her hands. To him it just made him even more indifferent.
"No."
She scanned his face, and he saw her red painted lips purse. Apparently she wasn't used to hearing that word.
"Yeah, aren't you a football player for OSU? I think I've seen your face in the paper."
It was possible, but he didn't come here to talk about his stats, and he knew neither had she, not dressed like that. He didn't bother responding, but did lift his head and scan the crowd again. Maybe he wouldn't fuck her? Maybe he should just go home and jerk off thinking of Mary? That sounded a hell of a lot more pleasurable than what he was doing right now. He was about to walk away and do just that when a flash of inky blackness caught his attention. The bodies swarmed in momentarily, and the flash was gone. How he even saw something like that with all of the shadows shrouding the club was beyond him, but it had been something that had instantly jumped out at him.