Page 7 of Dating the Bad Boy

Aidan

Who are you even dating?

Actually, what I meant to say is who the fuck is dating you?

I send him two middle finger emojis this time. Why are both of my siblings assholes? I mean, Caroline is adorable, but she’s still an asshole. Aidan is just a full-blown asshole, though.

Aidan

Seriously, brother. Who are you going out with?

Me

Don’t know. It’s a blind date.

Aidan

That explains so much. She definitely doesn’t know you if she agreed to date you.

Me

You know what? I’m done talking to you. Bye, Felisha.

Aidan

Good luck on your date, asshole.

I chuckle, preparing to type out a message, when someone taps me on the arm.

“Shit. Am I in your way?” I step aside.

“Um, no,” a sweet little voice replies from somewhere near my shoulder. “I think… I’m supposed to be meeting you here?”

I shove my phone in my pocket and glance down into the prettiest brown doe eyes I’ve ever seen. My fucking heart actually stutters to a stop before jolting against my ribcage. Goddamn. This is my date?

She’s… Christ. She’s fucking beautiful.

Brunette hair is pinned on top of her head, a few tendrils hanging loose around her heart-shaped face. Long lashes frame those gorgeous eyes. The little pair of glasses perched on her button nose shouldn’t be nearly as sexy as they are, but they give her this naughty librarian vibe that has my dick thinking about bending her over a fucking bookcase and seeing how many times she can come while she’s reading dirty lines from her favorite books to me.

Her blue sweater dress hugs her curvy body in a way that should be criminal. Lock me up and throw away the fucking key criminal. These thoughts are impure.

“You’re my date?” I ask, trying to confirm my good fortune.

“Yes. My name is Leslie,” she whispers, her perfect lips moving in a way that’s fascinating. And then her tongue skates over her bottom lip, wrecking every good intention I had for tonight. Poof. Just gone. I need to taste that tongue. Those lips. Every inch of her perfect body.

I need her pregnant with my kid. Yesterday.

Yes, this is what needs to happen. I need to plant my kid in her immediately. Then she won’t realize I’m an asshole who doesn’t deserve her. Or, if she does, it’ll be too late. She’ll already be mine.

“I’m probably not what you were expecting,” she says, a blush staining her cheeks.

“Are you kidding me?” I gape at her. “You’re goddamn perfect, Leslie baby. I’m just trying to figure out how a motherfucker like me got this lucky. Shit… I mean… Dammit, I…” I exhale a slow breath when amusement dances in her eyes. “I meant all of that, just with a lot less cursing, sweetheart.”

“You’re trying not to curse for me?” she asks.

“Failing miserably.” I grimace, scrubbing a hand through my hair. “But yeah, trying.”

“I’ll make you a deal.” She beams up at me, practically batting those fucking lashes. And goddamn. That’s never been so appealing before. I’ve never immediately wanted to say yes like I do right now. She’s magic. There’s no other explanation. “You don’t change who you are to try to please me, and I won’t change who I am to try to please you. We’ll just be two real people getting to know each other. How does that sound, Asa?”

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