Using the Bad Boy

Chapter 1

  Georgia eyed her new living space, it wasn't very big but it was far away from where she came from so it was just perfect. An open kitchen and living area, one bathroom and one bedroom, it was two story but it was tiny. Georgia let out a sigh and slumped down on her also small sofa raking her hand through her hair.

  Okay perhaps running away from her problems hadn't been the best idea but she had and now she had to live with her decision. Letting out a frustrated sigh she got up and began pacing, okay so it was 6pm, what was she going to do in this tiny town? At least she had managed to unpack everything she owned which wasn't much but material things didn't bother her that much. Deciding she needed to go out she flung on a pair of biker boots over her jeans grabbed her bag and keys and walked outside.

  It wasn't cold but it wasn't warm enough for shorts or a dress hence the jeans and boots but she wore a loose t-shirt. She walked down the cobbled pathway, for about fifteen minutes before she happened upon the small town. Yes, everything around her in her new life was small, the town her home it was what she needed. There was a sign for a pub which looked about a thousand years old but there was something enticing about it. 

  Georgia pushed the door and walked in, all eyes immediately turning to her, well this wasn't awkward at all, she sighed to herself. Ignoring how it was suddenly silent she made her way to the bar and ordered herself a bottle of beer, she paid and sat herself down in one of the booths. The talking started again but there were glances being thrown at her every so often. She ignored them and pulled out her phone scanning through the news.

   After an hour she bought another drink and found some article which was mildly interesting. Truth was she wanted to leave the bar but the fact that everyone in here acted like she should just made her more determined to stay. She fidgeted in her seat, she liked to put her feet up but couldn't been as she had her shoes on and this wasn't home. "You're in my seat." A gruff, rather sexy sounding voice spoke. 

  Georgia almost wolf whistled out load at the man who stood before her with his own beer. He had sandy coloured hair and dark eyes, a chiselled jaw, high cheek bones and sandy coloured stubble that was a shade darker than the hair on his head. He was tall over six foot she was sure and he was broad, she was a sucker for broad shoulders. "I said you're in my seat." He repeated, handsome but rude.

  "Should have got here earlier then." She shrugged before turning from him. The man remained standing as she returned to the article that in all honesty wasn't nearly as attractive as the stranger. "You gonna keep standing there man mountain?" She asked him not bothering to look up. "There's room for two." She could almost hear his head exploding at her suggestion and bit down on the inside of her cheek so not smile.

  "Being a man mountain I could argue there isn't." He sounded slightly angry but there was a hint of humour which made her look upraising her eyebrow at him. 

  "You could but I'm stubborn and still not moving."  She shrugged at him. With a huff he sat next to her, he smelled as delicious as he looked. She noted the concerned looks the other patrons held as he joined her. "Well at least I'm not the only one the regulars don't like." She smiled taking a sip of her beer. "Although by the looks of it it's only the guys who don't seem to like you, I wonder why that might be." She laughed.