The Bad Boy Wants Me: A Bad Boy Romance by Georgia le Carre Page A
Authors: Georgia le Carre
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gorgeous eyes.
‘What about Tori? Tell me about her,’ he asks.
I don’t want to talk about myself. I don’t want to spoil the moment with lies. ‘I’m actually tired. I think I should go to sleep.’
His expression becomes guarded. ‘Sure, babe, but I’ll be asking that question again.’
I watch him get ready. He comes to the bed and looks down at me. ‘Can we keep this a secret?’ I ask softly.
He touches my hair. ‘I never met a girl who wanted to be my dirty secret,’ he teases gently.
‘I’d rather Britney didn’t find out right now.’
His eyes narrow. ‘Why?’
I nibble at my lower lip. ‘I can’t properly explain it so that it would make sense to you, but we have just found a kind of bond tonight and I think she will feel that I cannot be trusted with all her secrets if she knew we were having sex. Does that make any sense?’
He nods. ‘Sure. My sister is a complicated girl, but how long are you planning on keeping it a secret?’
‘Just until she feels safe. Maybe a few days.’
Chapter Sixteen
Tori
T he alarm was set for eight o’clock. I wake up groggy and unrefreshed, and almost immediately smell Cash on my sheets. Wow! It was not a dream. For a few more minutes I hug my pillow and replay last night. Creeping around in the dark, sharing a joint on the roof, coming back to my bed. Heat fills my face as I think about how bold I was. How amazing it was. Could this really be my little life?
After a while, I drag myself out of bed and get into the shower. Dressing in my usual uniform of T-shirt and jeans, I go one floor up and knock on Britney’s door.
‘Go away,’ a sleepy voice scolds.
I open the door and enter her room.
She sits up and, when she sees me, smiles at me. ‘Sorry, I thought you were Jacinda. She’s always trying to clean my room when I am trying to sleep.’
I walk up to the bed. ‘It’s only me. I wanted to make sure you were all right. How do you feel this morning?’
‘Super,’ she says a bit too brightly, and pats her bed. ‘Sit down. I want to talk to you.’
I sit at the edge of her bed.
‘You won’t tell Dad about what happened last night, will you?’
‘Of course not,’ I say.
A look of relief passes over her face. ‘Oh good. Thank you. After all, nothing bad, not really bad, happened so no need to worry him.’
‘If you ever want to talk about anything, I’m here, OK?’
She looks down at the pattern of pink roses embroidered on her duvet, her expression undecided, before she looks up with a determined smile on her face. ‘OK. Thank you.’
‘Good. Want to have breakfast together?’
She beams. ‘Yes, I definitely do.’
‘Go on then.’
‘Give me five minutes,’ she says and leaps energetically out of bed. I walk to the window and stand looking out at the garden. It is not a beautiful garden. No one in this house cares for it. Someone comes to cut the grass and trim the hedges, and the tall wall of rhododendron bushes at the bottom of the garden flower and die unnoticed.
Britney is out in less time than it takes me to squeeze toothpaste onto a brush. We walk down the stairs together while she chatters on about one of her bitchy friends. To be honest I have to agree with her. I met the girl once and I didn’t like her one bit.
The breakfast room is full of sunlight from the lantern roof. Cora has already laid out all the breakfast stuff. We drop our slices of bread into the toaster and while we are waiting for it to pop we fill our cups with coffee.
We sit opposite each other at the long table. I butter my toast and cover it liberally with blueberry jam while Britney thinly spreads her slice with butter and an even tinier amount of Marmite. I can smell it from where I am sitting. Ugh. How is that even food?
‘Dad’s taking me to lunch at Groucho Club. Do you want to come with?’
I hold my toast suspended in front of my mouth. ‘Have you forgotten, Brit? I go back to my aunt’s every second Saturday. I’ll be
‘What about Tori? Tell me about her,’ he asks.
I don’t want to talk about myself. I don’t want to spoil the moment with lies. ‘I’m actually tired. I think I should go to sleep.’
His expression becomes guarded. ‘Sure, babe, but I’ll be asking that question again.’
I watch him get ready. He comes to the bed and looks down at me. ‘Can we keep this a secret?’ I ask softly.
He touches my hair. ‘I never met a girl who wanted to be my dirty secret,’ he teases gently.
‘I’d rather Britney didn’t find out right now.’
His eyes narrow. ‘Why?’
I nibble at my lower lip. ‘I can’t properly explain it so that it would make sense to you, but we have just found a kind of bond tonight and I think she will feel that I cannot be trusted with all her secrets if she knew we were having sex. Does that make any sense?’
He nods. ‘Sure. My sister is a complicated girl, but how long are you planning on keeping it a secret?’
‘Just until she feels safe. Maybe a few days.’
Chapter Sixteen
Tori
T he alarm was set for eight o’clock. I wake up groggy and unrefreshed, and almost immediately smell Cash on my sheets. Wow! It was not a dream. For a few more minutes I hug my pillow and replay last night. Creeping around in the dark, sharing a joint on the roof, coming back to my bed. Heat fills my face as I think about how bold I was. How amazing it was. Could this really be my little life?
After a while, I drag myself out of bed and get into the shower. Dressing in my usual uniform of T-shirt and jeans, I go one floor up and knock on Britney’s door.
‘Go away,’ a sleepy voice scolds.
I open the door and enter her room.
She sits up and, when she sees me, smiles at me. ‘Sorry, I thought you were Jacinda. She’s always trying to clean my room when I am trying to sleep.’
I walk up to the bed. ‘It’s only me. I wanted to make sure you were all right. How do you feel this morning?’
‘Super,’ she says a bit too brightly, and pats her bed. ‘Sit down. I want to talk to you.’
I sit at the edge of her bed.
‘You won’t tell Dad about what happened last night, will you?’
‘Of course not,’ I say.
A look of relief passes over her face. ‘Oh good. Thank you. After all, nothing bad, not really bad, happened so no need to worry him.’
‘If you ever want to talk about anything, I’m here, OK?’
She looks down at the pattern of pink roses embroidered on her duvet, her expression undecided, before she looks up with a determined smile on her face. ‘OK. Thank you.’
‘Good. Want to have breakfast together?’
She beams. ‘Yes, I definitely do.’
‘Go on then.’
‘Give me five minutes,’ she says and leaps energetically out of bed. I walk to the window and stand looking out at the garden. It is not a beautiful garden. No one in this house cares for it. Someone comes to cut the grass and trim the hedges, and the tall wall of rhododendron bushes at the bottom of the garden flower and die unnoticed.
Britney is out in less time than it takes me to squeeze toothpaste onto a brush. We walk down the stairs together while she chatters on about one of her bitchy friends. To be honest I have to agree with her. I met the girl once and I didn’t like her one bit.
The breakfast room is full of sunlight from the lantern roof. Cora has already laid out all the breakfast stuff. We drop our slices of bread into the toaster and while we are waiting for it to pop we fill our cups with coffee.
We sit opposite each other at the long table. I butter my toast and cover it liberally with blueberry jam while Britney thinly spreads her slice with butter and an even tinier amount of Marmite. I can smell it from where I am sitting. Ugh. How is that even food?
‘Dad’s taking me to lunch at Groucho Club. Do you want to come with?’
I hold my toast suspended in front of my mouth. ‘Have you forgotten, Brit? I go back to my aunt’s every second Saturday. I’ll be
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