Bad Girl makes Good Boy Bad

I had been eyeing Adam for a while now but he confessed, he had noticed me first. Since then we'd fantasized about one another and I had even managed to seduce him into stealing a few kisses. The problem was of course that Adam was married which isn't a hindrance in itself save for the fact that he was a good guy. Married to his high school sweetheart, a newly minted daddy and all well before his prime. Naturally he was restless. But as mentioned, much to my frustration (and his some days, I'm sure) he was a good guy. Now, I'm into bad boys but everything about him drove me wild. He was such a sweetheart, not shy but not the aggressive type either. A good guy, a charmer.

On a lark one night, I texted him from my hotel room, giving him directions and room number. I smiled, thinking nothing would come of it but it made me laugh to try. I turned my iPod on letting the music scroll seductively down the room and into the bathroom where I drew my bath, undressing slowly to the pulsing beats of an old R