Dick lay sprawled on the floor of the computer lab processor room with his trousers pulled halfway down his legs panting and running a hand through his dishevelled blond hair.
"We were just totally sober just now.." he commented as he looked up at Mac who was pulling back on her own jeans hurriedly.
"Don't remind me…" she scolded, her cheeks were flushed and her dark lipstick was smudged from their kisses.
"This is like the third time we've done this now…" he continued as he pulled up his own trousers and started to fasten his button.
"Uh huh…" she said, searching the floor frantically for her bra.
"Like… in a week" he repeated.
"Have you seen my other shoe?" she asked as she picked up her bra and stuffed it into her jacket pocket.
"I mean it's cool… but if we are going to keep doing this.. we could at least go someplace that doesn't have such cold ass tiles" he suggested as he looked at the cold floor and handed her the black converse trainer.
"That would imply that this had been planned… which it wasn't.." she dismissed, pulling her shoe on and frowning.
"You texted me.." he said, bewildered.
"Yeah.. well…" she muttered dismissively, trying to see if it was still clear to leave.
"You said you were going to fuck my brains out" he said as he opened up his flip phone and showed her the text.
"I know what it says.. I wrote it" Mac replied as she looked despairingly at Dick Casablanca's, the college frat boy she had just spent the last half hour screwing in the server room of her computer lab. It had been exactly two weeks since she had gotten drunk with him at the movies and they had ended up in bed together. She hadn't been able to resist going back for more ever since. She had just broken up with her adorable animal rights activist Bronson about three days ago, and she had been sneaking around at almost every opportunity to have wild sex with Dick whenever they had the chance.
He was her complete opposite. He was a party mad frat boy who sailed his way through college on his looks and his charm and his parents money. His entire life had the consistency of a CollegeHumor video, he took nothing seriously unless it involved a surfboard or playing beer pong. He had no ambition… and yet he was like catnip.
Cindy "Mac" MacKenzie prided herself on being a woman of substance, of breaking the mould, she was a tech genius, a self-confessed nerd and ambitious. Bronson had fit all of her goals, he made her a fitter, more challenging, caring version of herself… but he was like eating popcorn with no toffee. Dick was like firecrackers on her tongue. It was a chemistry she hadn't ever expected.
"Look we both know what this is…" she told him emphatically.
"You click your fingers, I come a running and you rip my clothes off?" he suggested.
"Exactly.. and then you go away and we don't talk about this… to anyone!" she warned.
"Yeah.. but if you came over to my place.. we could go a couple of rounds.." he tempted.
The thought of being able to take their time, of being able to go multiple rounds and really get creative was almost too much, she had to shake her head to interrupt the dirty thoughts forming.
He knew she would never go for it, Veronica and Logan were practically living together lately at the Penthouse in the Neptune Grand where he shared with his best friend, and her dorm room was out of the question because of her very gossipy roommate Parker. Not that Parker would disagree with her "embracing the college experience" but it was embarrassing… she had made such a fuss about her vehement dislike of Dick Casablanca's and everything he stood for. For Gods sakes, he was Madison Sinclairs ex-boyfriend.. the girl who she had been switched at birth with…
Not to mention he was the older brother of her dead ex-boyfriend Cassidy Casablanca's… the boy who had broken her heart and killed 37 people.
"Not going to happen… but that doesn't mean we couldn't get a room someplace" she said finally pursing her lips.
"Alright.. ya little minx!" he smiled as he pulled on his blue shirt.
What on Earth was she doing?
"You wanna meet me at the Camelott in an hour?" he teased as he handed her back her underwear.
Boldly she stepped forwards and pushed the silky black panties into the front pocket of his jeans.
"I'll see you there in 2" she agreed before turning on her heel and storming out of the processor room and pulling her back pack over her shoulder.
