Denying the Bad Boy:Tattooed and Pierced, 2(8)

Well, fuck. He was either going to have to go find some chick to fuck,  or jerk off big time after this. He was hard and aching, and the longer  he sat here with her, the more he wanted her. His dick also didn't give a  shit that he was trying to stay away from her. The damn thing wanted  her like a fiend.

"Yeah, that sounds good. Whatever you think will help, and whatever  extra time you have will be greatly appreciated." Alex was proud of  himself for actually forming coherent words, Jessica the waitress came  back around and asked Mary if she wanted anything, but after she said no  Jessica wandered back inside, but not before she glanced at him and  smirked in a pouty way. Alex kept his eyes on Mary, although he should  have been checking out Jessica and figuring how he was going to get her  in his bed tonight. "So, what's the damage?"

She put her tablet away and looked up at him with an adorably confused expression. "The damage?"

He smiled. "How much do you charge? What do I owe you, Mary?" She looked  away sharply, and he didn't miss how her cheeks turned rose in color.  He was curious as to why his question had suddenly made her feel so  uncomfortable, or why she kept squirming in her seat and refusing to  meet his eyes. "Everything okay?" He threw back the question she had  asked him when she first arrived.

She cleared her throat and finally turned back to him. She still wore a  pretty blush, and as much as he tried not to smile because he didn't  want to embarrass her, he couldn't help it.

"Uh." Suddenly her napkin in front of her was very interesting since she  kept unfolding and folding it. "I actually had something else in mind  for payment." Her statement had his dick jerking violently behind his  fly, and going from semi-hard to rock solid. All he could think about  was her asking him for sex in payment for the tutoring, but of course  that was a horny boy's wet dream right there. Shit, he could imagine her  red pouty lips parting as she told him that his cock was worth more  than any dollar he tossed her way. God dammit, he was such a fucking  prick to be thinking about shit like this. She was good and clean, and  he was a dirty bastard with a filthy mind.                       
       
           



       

He licked his lips, cleared the hoarseness from his throat, and tried to  force his voice to sound halfway normal. "You have something else in  mind?"

She nodded and started playing with the end of her braid. God, he would  give her all the cock she could handle, and she didn't even have to  tutor him. And it wasn't just about him being a whore, because he was  fucking hard-up for her, and in a really bad way. It seemed like it took  fucking forever for her to answer, but really it had been seconds.

"I have this little problem, and I think you might be the perfect guy to  help me out with it." Holy fuck. The filthy things that came to mind  had him feeling shitty, but of course that didn't stop him from thinking  them. He didn't know if she was a virgin, but she certainly looked  virginal. He also couldn't imagine her saying she only wanted one-night  of bliss, but wanted him to be her first. Alex wasn't in the business of  popping cherries, but shit he would have broken his rules for her. "So,  I have this wedding next month, my sister's actually, and I am kind of  being forced to bring a date." She looked up at him, but didn't give him  a chance to respond. "It wouldn't be like a date-date, but more of you  helping me out big time, and well, paying for the tutoring." Alex was  stunned speechless.

"You want me to be your date to your sister's wedding?" That wasn't even in the same X-rated ballpark as he was thinking.

"Well, it's a little more than that. I … " She looked around before  turning back toward him. Leaning in closer and lowering her voice she  said, "I actually need a bad boy to bring home to my parents." His lips  twitched, and he watched her irritation over the fact he thought this  was humorous cover her face. "I need you to pretend to be in love with  me in front of my parents and their rich, snobby friends. I want them to  see your tattoos, want them to raise their eyebrows and feel  scandalized. I don't want to be their cookie cutter daughter, and I want  you to help me prove to them that I don't have to be with a Harvard  graduate to be happy." She took a deep breath once she was finished, and  he could tell she was expectant of his answer. "I'm just sick of  feeling out of place with them, and since I am kind of obligated to go  and all, and am being all but forced to bring a date, I thought you  could help me out since I'm helping you out. It would only be for the  first weekend in October-"

"All right." He hadn't meant to cut her off, but she really didn't need  to sell him on spending the weekend with her. It wasn't about not having  to give her money to tutor him, because that wouldn't have been an  issue and he would have been more than happy to compensate her for her  time. Alex anticipated the time he would get to spend with her now and  then. Yeah, it was a good month away, but damn it would be a good  fucking weekend. Staying away from her had just suddenly gone out the  window, because there was a shit load of images that slammed into Alex's  mind, ones that were not innocent, and that concerned him and her doing  things that required a hell of a lot less clothing. Maybe wanting her  in the dirty way he did made him a bastard, but he never said he was  anything but. He would be good to her, make her smile and blush, but in  the end he wanted more from her. One night might not be enough, but it  would have to be, because that was all Alex could guarantee anyone.

"Really? I thought I'd have to lay it on thick, you know, really talk you into going." Her cheeks were red, and he grinned.

"Nah, I'm all about going. I get tutored by a gorgeous and smart woman,  and I get to go to some swanky party. Pretending to be head over heels  for you shouldn't be hard." He gave her a wink, and she glanced away  quickly, her embarrassment tangible. "I'm in." She glanced up and  smiled, and that cute little dimple popped up.

"Okay, well great." She started messing with her napkin again. "That  settles that then. So back to the actual tutoring. I can meet you here  on Friday for our first session if you want, or is there somewhere else  you would feel more comfortable going to?"

His erection had gone to half-mast during their conversation, but now  the damn thing was at full blown hardness and threatened to burst  through the fucking zipper of his jeans. All it had taken was her asking  him to go somewhere else, and he had only been able to think of that  one thing.

"Could we possibly do this at my house?" A rush of testosterone moved  through his veins when he saw the pink coloring that covered her chest  and neck grow a deeper shade of red. Ah, so he wasn't the only one with  his mind in the gutter.                       
       
           



       

"Wherever you feel most comfortable," she said but didn't meet his gaze. She went to stand, and he did as well.

"You have to leave already?" God, he sounded needy. "I mean, you just  got here. Maybe you want to sit down and join me for lunch?"

She started playing with the end of her braid and stared at him.

"I actually have to get back, but thanks for the offer." Before he could  feel like a dumbass she grinned at him. "Listen." She bent down and  grabbed her bag, and slung it over her shoulder. "How about I give you a  call before Friday just to make sure everything is still good to go?"

"Yeah, all right."

"I saved your number in my phone, and I know you have mine." She smiled  again, and he couldn't help but notice the way her lip gloss glistened  under the sun, and imagine what her lips would look like wrapped around  his dick. She lifted her hand in a wave and turned to leave. And like a  freaking creeper, Alex stood there and watched her go. Was it wrong of  him to want to hope there was a big gust of wind that would blow her  dress up?

"Shit." Scrubbing a hand over his mouth he sensed someone step up to  him. Jessica stood there, her teeth tugging at her lip, and her eyes  slightly lowered. Yeah, she was trying to appear sexy. He had seen that  exact expression a thousand different times, and although he had found  it attractive each and every time, it did nothing for him right now.

"So, uh, about our earlier conversation." He reached in his back pocket  for his wallet and pulled out some money, handing it to her.

"Thanks, Jessica, but maybe some other time?" It was just a saying,  because really he was only thinking about one girl, and until he had her  no one else would sate this ridiculous appetite he suddenly had.