The Bad Boy Effect

Chapter 32: Sex? Now? Tonight?

*suggestive content (Intense makeout scene)*

I walk into the kitchen to see Arran cooking something. I sit down on one of the barstools and watch him as he cooks. He's wearing a black sleeved shirt that stretches across his biceps and his back muscles. When he moves his hand, the shirt shows all of his muscles tense and when his arm goes down, they relax. I notice he's also wearing slim dark jeans and his black converse. He looks very... sexy.

"Enjoying the view?" I hear him ask as my face reddens. He hasn't even turned around. How does he know?

"Um, I, uh..." I stutter.

He turns around with an eyebrow raised. "The lake. Are you enjoying the view of the lake?"

"Oh... uh, yeah." I smile. He chuckles and I know I've been caught.

"Well I guess that view too." he winks. He hands me a plate with stir fry on it and I hum in appreciation. He walks over to the barstool by my side and sits down with his plate.

I take a bite and my mouth is suddenly in a land of multiple flavors. The taste of ginger, the flavor of garlic, and the tangy taste of soy sauce. The chicken is cooked to perfection and the rice is a perfect color. I finish my plate within five minutes.

"That was delicious!" I grin as I look at him. "Best stir fry I've eaten in awhile."

"I'm glad." he smiles. He grabs my plate and his. "Do you want more?"

"No thanks," I laugh. "I am stuffed."

He grins his dazzling white smile and then puts the dishes in the sink.

"So, what do you want to do?"

"Movie?" I ask.

"Sure. Netflix?" he grins.

"Okay." I laugh.

I rest my head on Arran's shoulder, my hand on his chest. We're watching The Interview, with James Franco and Seth Rogen. We're just finishing the movie and I'm kind of sad about it. The fire is crackling and we're under a fuzzy warm blanket with Arran's arm wrapped around me. It's a lovely feeling and if I could freeze this moment in time, I would.

The movie ends within the next five minutes. Arran presses the remote and looks at the time.

"You want to go swimming?" he asks with a straight face.

I realize then that I didn't pack anything. I feel my face pale.

"I didn't bring anything. No swimming suit, clothes, anything!" I start to panic and Arran laughs.

"Relax shorty, I planned ahead. Meagan packed all of your things for you and I put them away in your drawers."

I sigh in relief. "Okay, yeah. I'm down." I smile. He smiles back and kisses my nose.

"I'll meet you in the hot tub."

"Meagan!" I hiss quietly as I see what she's packed me. It's a skimpy black bikini that has a strapless top with a sweetheart neckline and a the bottoms have strings on either side so that with just one wrong tug, I'll become bottomless.

I look through my drawer and shuffle my clothes around. My face pales when I see what else she's packed.

"Lace underwear?" I squeak as I pull the black underwear out. It has a pink bow at the center and, just my luck, a matching bra. What is she expecting to happen?

She's expecting you to get laid.

I groan. Really? I'm not having sex with Arran. No. Way. In. Hell.