Bad Girl for the Bad Boy.

“You’re just like the rest," He whispered cockily in my ear, his dark blonde messed-up-sexily hair brushing in my face. “You want to change the bad boy into a good one”.

He leaned back smugly, to judge my reaction. I did something I would do. I burst out laughing hysterically, pretending to wipe tears from my eyes. I dropped the sarcastic laugh just as suddenly as I had begun it and put on a serious façade.

Reaching up on my tip-toes, I leaned on him to brush my lips against his ears. “I’m not like the rest you see. I’m a bad girl through and through. I wouldn’t change a bad boy to good unless I was getting paid for it.” I pulled back to smirk in his face, but a muscled arm snaked around my waist holding me in place.

“I’ll pay you $1,000," he said looking me in the eyes, his own ones challenging me to say ‘game on’.

I pretended to think about it, leaning back slightly to look up at him, even though I knew the money was more than enough.

“Is that all you can offer?” I asked in an almost bored manner. He breathed out a laugh.

“If I didn’t believe you about you being a bad girl I would’ve thought you were playing hard to get”.

His brows furrowed in mock concentration. “How about a deal?” he asked. My ears perked up and I looked up at him, showing him I was listening. “$1,000 in advance and $3,000 afterwards if you manage to change me.” The smirk on his face told me he wasn’t going down without a fight. The way he oozed confidence showed me he thought I wouldn’t take up on the bet and that even if I did, I would never be able to win it. The money was worth it, worth enough to solve a lot of my problems, but that would mean putting my huge ego and bad-ass attitude on the line. I would never win him over with that attitude anyways. As if seeing my interest waver he quickly thought to make it more interesting.

“If you put some effort in it but decide to back off,” he smirked at this knowingly, “Then you can still keep the $1,000 for trying”. I looked at him shocked. This dude must be frickin rich if he was throwing money around on stupid bets. There was no harm in trying.  I smiled sweetly back at him.

“Game on bitch”.