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’.

“Game on bitch”.