The truth was that regardless of how many women here who had tried to get my attention, I was barely even registered them in my mind. All I could picture was Alexa’s lean body dressed in a pair of black heels and nothing else spread out across my bed. My cock twitched, and I shifted uncomfortably in my seat.
“Pretty much the same as the last place,” I said in a non-committal tone. “Nothing that isn’t the same as what I see in every city across the country.”
“Don’t tell me you’re getting bored with getting laid,” Kyle scoffed.
“The faces all blur together after a while,” I said. “I’m not complaining, but it’s nice to have a little bit of variety every now and then.” That’s what Alexa had presented to me. A challenge. A woman who didn’t seem impressed by my physical stature or choice of profession. What kind of guy would she drop her panties for then? She had gotten my attention by being different, and that made me want her. Bad.
“Well, you can have another shot at that blonde if she comes to the fight tomorrow,” Kyle said. “Which, by the way, I’m pissed at you about. You promised me that I could have those tickets.”
I hadn’t really even thought about the fact that I have given Kyle’s tickets to Alexa. “I’ll call Lucy in the morning. You’ll get tickets; they just won’t be VIP.”
“Gee, thanks,” Kyle said with an eye roll. “I see where I fall in your line of priorities. Haven’t you ever heard the expression ‘no hoes before bros’?
I barely heard him. I stood up. I needed to kill some of the tension in my body, and it was becoming apparent that none of my available options were going to do it. I could take a girl back to my apartment and bang the shit out of her, but I’d have Alexa’s face in my mind the whole time. That was the itch I needed to scratch.
“I’ve got to get up early tomorrow for some more press rounds,” I lied. “I’ll see you guys later.”
Kyle started to protest, but I wasn’t listening anymore. I had a cold shower calling my name. If I was lucky, with a little help from my left hand, it would wash all thoughts of the leggy blonde from my mind.
CHAPTER FIVE – ALEXA
I stood in front of Stacey’s mirror shaking my head. “I’m not wearing this.” Stacey had talked me into a black push-up bra that I had to admit gave me a rather amazing amount of cleavage paired with a tight red tank top. She had insisted I wear one of her many mini-skirts; this one was red leather. The cowboy boots were the only thing of mine she had allowed me to wear.
“You are wearing that otherwise you’re going to stick out like a sore thumb,” Stacey said. “There’s an expectation for the girls who sit in the VIP seats. We’ll end up on the jumbotron, and you want to look good.”
“I look like I’m ready to have sex,” I said. “I might as well have a blinking red sign around my neck.”
“That’s the idea, sweetie,” Stacey said. She was dressed in a fitted black tank that sparkled as she moved and a pair of jeans that appeared to be superglued to her ass. The outfit accentuated every curve. If she wanted company tonight, she wouldn’t have any problem finding it.
“Why am I letting you talk me into this again?” After Shayne had left the night before, I had been ready to tear up the tickets, but Stacey stuck them in her purse before I could follow through on the threat. “I don’t even like MMA fights.”
“Remember our conversation about loosening up?” Stacey said. “It’s not like VIP tickets for an event like this drop into your lap all the time. Ice liked you. You need to go.”
“I am plenty loosened up, and I have no interest in a guy like Ice. Or Shayne. Or whatever he wants to call himself,” I said stubbornly. “You can have him. If he even notices we showed up, he’s all yours.”
“I’ll gladly take him,” Stacey said with a sultry smile.
With that settled, I should have felt better. But I didn’t. I watched Stacey preen in front of the mirror for a few last minute touches and thought again how I envied her. Stacey lived life on her own terms. She partied. She hooked up with more guys than I could count. But she still got decent grades despite all that and had a job with an advertising firm all lined up to start in two weeks. Plus, Stacey seemed to have a hell of a lot more fun in life than I did.
So I didn’t care if she had a thing with Shayne, right? That thought was in my mind the entire taxi ride to the arena. When we were within a few blocks, I started to see more fans on the street. I was surprised to see how many women were in the mix. Watching an MMA fight wasn’t something that I would have normally chosen as a Saturday night activity, but I could feel the excitement and energy in the air around us.
The taxi dropped us off outside the arena, and I had to admit that I was a bit impressed. It wasn’t Madison Square Gardens by any means, but it was a decent size sporting venue and judging by the throngs of people on the sidewalk waiting to get in, the event was drawing a large crowd.