Free Giving It to the Bad Boy by Jenika Snow

the colors and designs and
    wanted to look pretty for him. He knocked on the door twice, and even that sounded masculine. God,
    she was so nervous and embarrassingly aroused and she hadn’t even opened the door.
    Smoothing her now sweaty hands down her skirt she quickly slipped her sandals on and gripped
    the handle of the front door. Before she pulled it open she looked at herself in the mirror. She had flat-ironed her hair, but no doubt the now silky looking brown locks would become frizzy from the
    humidity. Her hazel eyes looked greener today, but they tended to change with her emotions, strange
    as that was. She took off her glasses and stared at herself. She should have taken her mother up on the offer to get contacts, but at the time she had thought it was a stupid idea. Going without the glasses wasn’t an option with her too blurry eye-sight, even if she did feel more attractive without them. She slipped them back on and sighed. He knocked on the door again, startling her and having heat rise to her cheeks. Here she was staring at herself while he waited patiently for her to open the door.
    Opening the door, Kiera couldn’t look at him at first, not when she knew her face was red as a
    tomato.
    Please don’t let him see how red my face is. Please don’t let him see how red my face is.
    “For a moment there I didn’t think you’d answer.” His words were laced with humor, and she
    jerked her head up. If her face hadn’t been red before it was now. Damn her genes.
    She laughed, but it was the nervous kind.
    “Wow, you look great.” She didn’t miss how his eyes traveled up and down her body. Kiera
    shifted on her feet and turned to grab her purse. He probably thought she was some kind of weirdo for how she acted when getting a compliment. When she shut the door behind her she realized she hadn’t
    even thanked him. There she stood on her porch, being all rude with a face still feeling hot as hell.
    “Kiera?”
    She forced her eyes up even though she felt like a fool for some reason.
    “Calm down.” He smiled down at her. “Why are you so nervous around me?” He reached out
    and took her hand in his. It was warm and big as he slipped his fingers between hers and gave her a
    light squeeze.
    “I don’t know.” The words came out softly.
    He was quiet for a moment and finally said, “I’m the last person you need to be nervous
    around.”
    Easy for him to say, but strange enough she relaxed.
    “Come on.” He tipped his head toward his car and led the way. When he got to the passenger’s
    side he opened the door for her. It felt like a date, what with the hand holding and the opening of
    doors and all, and a part of her warmed at the thought. He got in the driver seat and cranked the
    engine. “What kind of music do you like listening to?” He turned to her, waiting for her answer.
    “I like just about anything, well, except country. I’m not much of a fan of the depressing songs.”
    He grinned. “Yeah, me either.” Despite the car being old, he had changed the upholstery to
    leather and updated the stereo system. She hadn’t really paid attention the last time she had ridden in his car, but made sure to look her fill now.
    He must have noticed where her eyes were because he said, “You like it?” Kiera didn’t know
    anything about sound systems, so she smiled and nodded. It looked fancy enough. He hooked his iPod
    up to it and ran his finger over the screen, picking a song. Incubus started playing through the
    speakers, and she smiled.
    “‘The Warmth’ is a great song.” Kiera rested her head on the leather seat when he pulled out of
    her driveway and started down the road.
    “Beautiful and good taste in music. I hit the jackpot.” Reese turned to her and winked. Before
    she could fully process what he had said he was picking up speed. He reached over and adjusted the
    volume. Brandon Boyd’s voice blasted through the speakers, and she was thankful Reese didn’t
    expect her to