Katie Hart - A Good Girl’s Guide To Bad Boys

‘Crap. My roommate is a jerk,’ I muttered, shutting the drawer and laying back on my bed with my feet on the headboard. Unpacking was the easy part; facing Hunter later that evening wasn’t something that I was looking forward to doing. I explained what had happened with Hunter so far.

‘Ouch. Mine’s alright. He’s hot,’ she added and I rolled my eyes with a smile pulling at my lips.

‘I thought he might be.’ I could practically hear the grin in her voice when she explained that Seb had an uncanny resemblance to Alex Pettyfer. We were mid-way through conversation when the door burst open and Hunter stood in the doorway. He raised an eyebrow at my position before I cut him off.

‘You can’t come in without knocking,’ I said, taking my legs down and moving to sit cross-legged.

‘It’s my flat, I can do what I like. I was going to say that I’m ordering pizza, want any?’ he asked and I sighed, letting my shoulders slump as Kenzi squawked at me down the phone.

‘Yes, please,’ I answered, holding the phone to my chest to stop Hunter from hearing my friend’s rambling.

‘Ham and pineapple. Also if you weren’t so sheltered, you wouldn’t be bothered about me barging in without knocking.’ He shrugged afterwards to exaggerate his point.

‘Stop acting like you know me,’ I stated, which only caused his grin to widen.

‘Don’t stay up too late, you wouldn’t want to miss church tomorrow,’ he cooed. I lobbed my pillow at his face, but his reflexes were quicker and he shut the door before I hit my target. I groaned into my hands and then put the phone back to my ear. Kenzi was still talking.

‘I need your help,’ I replied. This definitely got her attention and surprisingly enough, shut the girl up.

‘What with?’ she asked.

‘You know what I said about my roommate?’ I didn’t even bother waiting for her to answer me. I’d told her about Hunter and his annoying ways. I’d known the guy less than an hour and I already hated him. ‘Well, I want to throw his pathetic comments back in his face,’ I paused.

‘Sure, just flirt with him or something, make him eat his words.’ That was her grand idea.

‘Definitely not,’ I retorted and she sighed.

‘Tease him,’ she offered but I shook my head, flumping back on my bed.

‘I can’t! I don’t know how!’

‘You did it with Marco.’ Her voice had a mocking tone to it and I stifled my laugh.

‘Marco was different,’ I insisted, practically hearing her eyes roll.

‘Andy, get out there and make him want you, make him chase you and then let him see you dance. After that, dump his arse like last week’s socks.’

I rolled my eyes and stretched. That was her way of dealing with things, not mine. I was just going to have to tolerate him for the time being and work something out later. ‘Right, Kenzi, I’ve got to go, but I’ll speak to you tomorrow.’

‘Sure, meet me at the coffee shop around the corner tomorrow at three.’ There wasn’t a goodbye before I was left listening to the dial tone. I hauled my sorry backside to the door and out into the open with the lion.

Hunter was sitting on the couch with his long legs spread out. He tapped his lap teasingly but I shook my head and retreated to the arm chair.

‘Scared?’ he mocked and I narrowed my eyes at him, curling one of my legs underneath me.

‘No, I just like having my dignity,’ I grumbled as I took my phone out from my pocket and started to text Kenzi. It was something that I tended to do in awkward situations.

‘Sure,’ he replied under his breath and the TV blared into life onto the music channel. As soon as I heard the tune, I missed my dance crew. I tapped my foot to the beat of the song and Hunter glanced over at me.

‘You look like you need the toilet,’ he said, earning him yet another scowl.

‘I’m tapping my foot to the rhythm,’ I corrected, but didn’t look over at him.

‘Can I ask you a question?’ I heard him shift on the sofa and when I looked over at him, he was sitting with his forearms resting on his knees and his dark eyes were trained on me.

‘Even if I say no, you’re going to ask me anyway, aren’t you?’ I asked, moving so that I was looking at him.

He grinned. ‘You got that right. I was just wondering why you’re so hostile.’

I closed my eyes and breathed through my nose. I wasn’t normally this hostile or unfriendly or whatever vibes I was giving off, he just knew exactly what buttons to press and was getting under my skin. ‘You didn’t exactly make a good first impression, did you?’

He shrugged, not denying it, but not accepting it either. ‘Guess not, but you’re still a bit unsociable.’

‘I’m not unsociable, I just don’t want to talk to you,’ I replied and he chuckled, sitting back against the sofa. He touched his chest in mock hurt.

‘So many rejections in so little time, you’re breaking my heart here,’ he teased.

It took everything in me not to smile and keep my mouth in a neutral line. ‘That’s a shame,’ I murmured, turning back to my phone. It didn’t work because he kept talking.

‘It is. Look, sorry for the introduction, but you were honestly a surprise,’ he said, turning the charm on again.

‘It’s fine,’ I answered in a bright tone and he smirked, leaning on his elbow.

‘So, does Daddy know you’re living with a boy?’ he asked and I narrowed my eyes.

‘Back to this again, are we?’ He nodded, lacing his fingers together and putting his hands behind his head. ‘Where do you even get that impression anyway?’ I asked.

‘You’re wearing white granny clothes, you hold yourself like you’re scared of everything that moves and you’re far too polite,’ he replied with a shrug. Before I could answer, the doorbell went. Hunter got up and strolled to the door to collect the pizza.

Living at home like the good little girl that my mum expected suddenly sounded like an amazing idea.

Chapter 3

The pizza was good, the chat with Hunter, not so much.

‘So, are you a virgin?’ he asked and I nearly choked on the piece of pizza that I’d been eating.

‘Excuse me?’ I coughed out and he smirked, resting his ankle on the opposite knee.

‘Please don’t tell me that you’re a sexphobe.’

I glanced over at him and put my piece of pizza on a plate. ‘Don’t you have any normal questions? Like, what’s your favourite colour?’ I asked and he chuckled softly.

‘Let me guess, princess pink?’ he retorted and I clenched my jaw.

‘Do you have a problem with me or something?’ I seethed and he shook his head.

‘Not at all, I just think that if we’re going to live together, then we should get to know each other.’ He shrugged as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

‘No, I’m not a sexphobe. I’m not a virgin and my favourite colour is lime green,’ I listed.

A grin broke out on his handsome face as he took another bite of his pizza. ‘Good to know.’

Instead of groaning in frustration, I finished off my pizza slice and made my way to the kitchen to clean up.

‘Do you have a boyfriend?’ he asked when I came back in.

I raised a quizzical eyebrow. ‘You’re nosy, you know that?’ I sat down, with his eyes still trained on me.

He merely shrugged. ‘And you never answer my questions without some kind of smartass remark first,’ he pointed out. I sighed and stood up, brushing imaginary dirt from my jeans, drawing his attention to my legs. Although completely accidental, it made him forget about his question.

‘Goodnight,’ I mumbled, turning on my heels and making my way to my bedroom.

I had no idea how long he stayed up for because after I got changed, I brushed my teeth and pretty much fell straight to sleep.