I just like guys who have an edge to them. But it could go either way. Like, I have been into the surfer blond frat guys, and then there's definitely a thing where I like the dark, mysterious bad boy.

I've never been a bad boy.

I've heard I've been called a bad boy, or difficult.

Well?” he asked, smiling devilishly. “I promise, I won’t hurt you, Nikki. In fact, I imagine you’ll enjoy my company, tremendously.”
I let out a ragged sigh and nodded.
He stared at my mouth. “I’d like to hear you say it.”
I cleared my throat. “Come in, Ethan.

My son, George, has been a bad, bad boy! Right, George?

I was a bad boy as a child.