The Bad Boy Wants Me: A Bad Boy Romance Read Online Free Page B

get-in-my-mouth-right-now stare.
    ‘Any woman would have stared at an erect cock being shamelessly displayed less than five feet away from her,’ I counter as scornfully as possible in my circumstances.
    He shakes his head slowly. ‘An uninterested woman would have looked away.’
    ‘You seem to be laboring under the mistaken impression that I’m interested in you. News flash: I’m not.’
    He shrugs. ‘Why not?’
    ‘You’re not my type,’ I lie boldly.
    ‘Everyone wants a taste of celebrity cock,’ he states confidently.
    See. There is merit to my plan and a method to my madness, after all. These are exactly the kinds of things that will eventually get me out of my crush. Rude, crude, pompous jerk.  Like I’m lucky to be getting a chance at having his cock. A few more statements like this I can go home with my mancrush obliterated for good. To my joy I find myself gloriously angry with him.
    ‘I know you think you’re hotter than shit and irresistible to the entire female population, but some women don’t care for guys whose hobbies include throwing clothes-optional parties, fucking girls who don’t wear panties in toilet cubicles at concerts, and banging whatever crawls into their beds.’
    ‘For a girl who’s not interested you know a lot about me.’
    ‘It’s public knowledge. Cash don’t show up unless pussy is involved,’ I defend.
    He grins. ‘You can strike off sex in toilet cubicles with chicks who don’t wear panties from your list. It lost its charm after a while.’
    ‘Whatever. Will you please get out?’
    Instead of leaving he walks over and sits on the edge of the tub. ‘Give me one good reason I should.’
    ‘Karma is a bitch and you’ll have to pay the price of being an asshole?’
    He laughs. ‘Don’t worry. This has a happy ending.’
    ‘Are you kidding me? One-night stands are not considered happy endings.’ I scoff.
    ‘What makes you think I’ll only need you for one night?’
    I sigh elaborately. ‘Look. I work for your father and, shock horror, screwing his son’s brains out is not in the small print of my employment contract.’
    ‘We’ll just have to tear that contract and have a new one drawn up.’
    ‘This is all a big joke to you, isn’t it?’
    ‘No,’ he says, waggling his pointer finger between us. ‘Don’t you think we’ve got a lot of sexual vibes going on here?’
    ‘No we don’t. First off you hit me with the worst pick up lines in the history of shitty lines, then you barge in here uninvited and tell me you’ve got a hard on. It’s downright insulting. You’ve got a hard-on. Go fuck yourself.’
    If anything the expression in his eyes heats up. His eyes glint with interest. ‘I would if I didn’t suffer from Masturbator’s wrist.’
    My mouth drops open. Did he really say what I think he said? ‘What?’
    ‘It’s from indulging in my other … er … hobby. Ya know, like tennis elbow, gamekeeper’s thumb, writer’s cramp. It’s a repetitive strain injury …’ he trails off, his voice full of barely suppressed laughter. 
    The thing is. He is funny and I am starting to really like our snarky back and forth. And that is a bad thing. A very bad thing. I definitely do not want to like anything about him. I squeeze my lips together in a bitter line.
    ‘Careful, you were about to crack a smile there.’
    ‘You know what? I’ve had enough of this bullshit. I know you’re my employer’s son and everything, but if you don’t get out right now I’m going to scream, and I can scream loud enough to wake the dead.’
    He crosses his arms over his chest and grins. ‘Go ahead and scream. Dad and Britney are still out, and Cora is well used to hearing women screaming in my bedroom.’
    ‘What do you actually want, Hunter?’ I demand sternly.
    ‘One kiss.’
    ‘What? No.’
    ‘Come on. What’ve you got to lose? If you don’t like it, we’ll call it a day.’
    ‘No. Absolutely not,’ I say very, very firmly. I have a plan. I