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Snippet from Bad Behavior
I never considered myself altruistic, and I’m not about to start kidding myself about that now.
And I’d be lying if I said it was because she’s sweet and smart, or that seeing her that upset over a f**kwit who didn’t appreciate her kicked off my protective instincts.
It’s not even that she’s pretty and curvy.
I look at my reflection and smirk at the guy looking back at me. Back home I was just the guy from a small town where rugby was part of your DNA.
Here, I can be anyone I want to be.
And right now, what I want to be is the guy who sweeps Kinsey off her feet and right into my bed.
With a smirk at my reflection, I wrap a towel around my waist and decide to swim off the rest of my hangover before I visit Kinsey.
I make it to the living area before a knock at door makes me curse. I don’t even bother trying to tidy up the mess, I open the door, and exhale when I see a woman standing there.
The sun is streaming in from the window, so it takes me a second to recognise it’s Kinsey.
My mouth curves into a grin as she looks me over and blushes intensely. “Oh, um, sorry, did I catch you at a bad time?”
I shake my head and lean my arm on the door. “Nope. Just got out of the shower. You took off pretty quick last night?”
She doesn’t seem to know where to look, and I’m enjoying her embarrassment a little too much. “I’m sorry, I’m not great with meeting a lot of new people,” she says.
I nod and wish I had something to offer her. “I’d ask you to come inside, but I’m out of coffee,” I say.
She smiles so prettily my chest aches. “Well, if you want to, we could go out for coffee?” she says.
I smile even wider and lean closer to her. “Or I could come downstairs,” I say.
At the unintended double meaning she blushes even more, and I have to stop myself from laughing.
I doubt any of the girls would have thought that was even mildly funny but rather than laughing she seems pissed off with me. “You can’t help yourself, can you? It just oozes out of your pores,” she says.
I shrug. “Why waste a gift?”
Her brow crinkles together. “I was going to offer to buy you breakfast to discuss your offer, but I’m not—”
I hold up my hand as I finally twig to why she’s here so early. “You want me to be your boyfriend,” I say.
Her frown deepens. “Fake boyfriend. Just for the weekend and only if you promise not to tell anyone,” she says.
I nod as seriously as I can as I do a swooping motion across my bare chest. “Cross my heart and hope to die, stick a needle in my eye,” I recite.
Her lips press together then she blows out a sigh. “This is a bad idea. I can’t believe I considered it. If you blow this after what I told Brody last night—"
She doesn’t even need to finish the sentence, I know what this means to her. “How about this? If I mess this up you can dob me into the landlord about illegal barbeques,” I say.
That seems to do the trick. She juts out her hand and I slide hers into mine as she gives me a shy smile. “So, where would you like to go for breakfast?” she says.