The Bad Boy (Black Mountain)

“I don’t really have any place for us to study aside from the floor, the chairs, or the bed.”

She looked over at the huge mattress and forced herself not to blush. “We’re adults.” She glanced at him. “The bed is fine.” They stared at each other for a moment before she made the first move and sat on the edge of the mattress. She didn’t look at him because she knew she’d lose her nerve, so she got the books out of her bag and set them beside her.

The sounds from downstairs were loud and obnoxious, but a second later they were drowned out when Alex shut the door. “This okay?”

She smiled and nodded. “Yeah. Thanks. The noise was getting annoying.”

Alex sat beside her and picked up one of the books. “Well, damn, these things are thick as fuck.”

The tension Mary had felt so far vanished a little and she couldn’t help but laugh.

“I didn’t think sex was this in-depth.”

Still smiling, she took the book out of his hand and opened it to the first chapter. “That’s probably why you are failing Human Sexuality since it’s not just about sex.” Lifting only her gaze to his, she smiled at him and a flurry of butterflies started moving in her belly at the lopsided grin he gave her.

“Well, I can’t argue with you there.”

For the next hour she explained how sex had played a role in society, breaking it down to him so it was easily understandable and digested. She had to give Alex credit, he actually acted like he was interested in the subject and didn’t blow her off or what she was saying.

The time went by quickly and before she knew it, they’d finished their session. “Well, that’s the hour.” She started putting the books back in her bag. “I have an opening tomorrow if you want to get together for an extra session?” She stood and slung her bag over her shoulder, staring down at him. “Or not, if you’re busy.”

“Like I’m gonna turn down a chance to have an extra study session with you?” He snorted and shook his head before standing. “Hell no, that’s not gonna happen.”

I blushed like a virginal schoolgirl at how pleased he sounded to spend more time with me. Or hell, maybe I was projecting what I wanted.

They didn’t speak as they headed back downstairs. The sound of guys shooting pool, laughing, and saying some pretty lewd things didn’t faze her, but hearing Alex curse under his breath and apologize had her laughing.

She reached for the handle of the front door at the same time he did, and when their fingers brushed together a shot of electricity shot up her arm and she snatched her hand back far too quickly to look “normal”.

Their gazes held for a suspended moment, but before anything could be said, or she put her foot in her mouth and stumbled over her words once again, she said a hasty goodbye and opened the door.

If she were smart, she wouldn’t see Alex again because of how he made her feel, this unhinged feeling and arousal that was a fire deep inside of her, was dangerous. But right now she didn’t want to be smart, especially as she stopped before she got in her car, looking over her shoulder, and saw him watching her with the hottest expression on his face and hardcore need reflected in his eyes.

She welcomed being an idiot if it meant Alex kept staring at her like he wanted to completely ruin her for all other guys.

11

Alex followed Vince down the winding staircase that led to Tainted, the newest underground club in the city.

“Dude,” Vince said and chuckled. “The fucking name of this club, amiright?” Vince glanced over his shoulder and laughed harder.

Alex just grinned and shook his head, because yeah, the name was a little weird.

But despite the name, Tainted was an upscale, exclusive club with a line that wrapped around the massive red brick building every day of the week since it had opened. The club itself was underneath the building, in the massive basement that had been converted for this specific purpose.

The sound of the pounding bass of music filled his ears as they moved closer to the main part of the nightclub, the bass like a sledgehammer in his skull. The stairwell opened up and they both stopped on the landing that was a few stories above the dancefloor.

The majority of the women dancing wore nothing but strips of fabric strategically placed across their tits, ass, and pussy.

They headed down the stairs and stopped once again when they reached the bottom.

“Shit, man. I’m takin’ that one home tonight,” Vince said, his focus on a platinum blonde directly across from where they stood. “Or maybe I’ll just fuck her in the bathroom because the way she’s eyeing me says she won’t be opposed to the idea.”