Sins of a Bad Boy (The Original Bad Boys Book 1) Read Online Free Page A

wafted around him, and he was pleased that she was not one to excessively spray it on. It was just a hint of a floral fragrance, a sweet and honeyed smell. Contradictory to her haughty appearance.
    She was rigid in his arms but followed his lead, although his hand rested very low on the small of her back, which wasn’t common for a waltz. As they twirled, he spun them into the shadows of a corner, in search of privacy amid the mass of people.
    “What are you doing?” she reprimanded him while he was pressed too close to her and keeping her body in a lock.
    William angled his head down slightly because he was much taller than she was. “I’m waltzing. Breathe, Ivy. It’s just a dance. I won’t bite.”
    “This is definitely not the way to waltz. And I think you will bite,” she refuted, trying to create a distance and causing his lips to quirk up. “Furthermore, please don’t use my first name, Mr. Kade.” She was looking anywhere but directly at him.
    “I wish you would use my first name. I’m sure you know it. Call me ‘William’, just once, Ivy,” he murmured.
    She rolled her eyes. “Mr. Kade, please just leave me alone after this dance. You bore me to no end.”
    “Liar,” he said softly with an icy bite. “I don’t bore you, and my dear Ivy, you do the exact opposite to me.” He drew her even closer to him. “Don’t tempt me.” An amused warning was directed at her.
    “How am I tempting you?” she threw back with an absolute bothered countenance.
    He gave her a dark, jaded smile and didn’t answer her since he didn’t comprehend himself how she was tempting him. William was having a lot of trouble melting this ice princess, and why he’d actually asked her to dance in the first place evaded him right now. She was exasperating; why did she have an aversion to him? It surprised him that he possessed such an infatuation for this perfect stranger.
    As he took in her delicate features, he remembered why he’d asked her to dance. She was oblivious to how she shimmered with an innate sensuality. There was something in her sky-blue eyes that betrayed a hidden desire, or fear. He couldn’t quite make out which one, and usually, William could read people easily because Charles had taught him to notice and how to interpret people’s mannerisms. And he still didn’t know her age but guessed she must be eighteen or nineteen.
    Finally, when some of the other guests started to watch their closeness, William allowed her to take a small step back, and he ended their dance in uncomfortable silence. He escorted Ivy away from the crowded dance floor as people kept brushing past him and decided he’d had enough of teasing her.
    “My lady.” He bowed slightly and winked, detecting a small twitch in her pretty pink lips.
    She inclined her chin, and he turned, feeling her gaze burning into his back as he walked away, toward Charles on the other side of the room.
    William was unsure how he felt about their odd encounters, and he couldn’t refrain from looking back one more time. Ivy had a full grin on her face, causing William to frown at this weird woman. He shook his head and joined Charles; however, before he could even open his mouth, there was an uproar among a few of the couples who were dancing nearby.
    William and Charles scrutinized the commotion.
    The musicians kept playing, but a stream of couples moved to the side, and one man’s voice came booming over the music, “Who took it? No one leaves this ballroom! I knew I felt something a few minutes ago!” Said gentleman was checking all his pockets.
    As William watched the man, a strange sensation came over him, and he searched for Ivy, who was now holding a tall glass in her hand, staring at him. There was something in the way she was smirking at him that made him check his own inside jacket pocket, and he was completely surprised to find a lightweight wallet in there – one that was not his.
    He muttered under his breath, “Are you kidding