Before I get into the steamy hot water, I dip my toes in just a little. If the water is too hot, I’ll need to add a little cold water.

With the temperature tested, I glide into the bath. I don’t use our four-claw old-fashioned bath very often, but when I do, I feel like a real princess.

I close my eyes and take a deep breath in before releasing it slowly. All my muscles start to relax, and I can feel myself unwind from the stresses of the day. As usual, I’ve not stopped all day.

The bath at the end of the day is a real treat for me—one I should have more often.

Oh, how I love the smell of rose-scented bath foam. I’ve tipped in a little too much, a moment of inattention to blame for my mistake. My hands can build mountains out of the amount of foam floating around me, and none of my naked skin is visible with all the white covering me.

And it does smell absolutely fucking delicious.

The hot water on my skin feels so fucking perfect, I groan. I feel a tingle all over.

Of course, I can’t help but return to the other night. The night when I said goodbye to my principles and fucked a man I had only just met.

I giggle at the memory.

Even now I can still feel Aaron’s cock on my skin, in my body. Fucking him was fucking fantastic.

It was a little like a dream. I mean, who goes out thinking they’re going to meet some fucking hot guy who buys you a drink and then goes on to have one of the best fucks of your life with him? Well, I certainly am not someone who thought this would happen to her.

Sure, those people using the dating site, they might expect this to happen to them, but not ordinary, good girl Chloe. Chloe does not do such bad girl things. Though I’m starting to wonder if playing Mr. BadBoy has unleashed my inner bad girl.

My thoughts stay with Aaron and his amazing cock. He was so big. My pussy exploded with pleasure when his pulsing shaft entered me.

Little fireworks exploded in my head, and my body felt as if molten lava were spreading through it.

Another groan escapes my lips as I replay some of the other highlights. My fingers play with my breasts and roam over my own body to my pussy.

“Fuck,” I sigh. “Stop reliving what happened.”

I open my eyes again and pick up some of the bath foam. I dab some on my nipples, chin, and cheeks. To distract myself, I play like a little kid with the foam until there’s only half of it left.

My body’s luxuriating in warm water, and life’s pretty good.

A buzz from the stool I’ve got set up right next to my bath has me turn my head. Before I pick up the phone, I dry my hands on the white towel I’ve left out just for this purpose.

Carefully, I reach for the phone and enter my password.

I never used to lock my phone. And then Cassie told me of a story on the news and I decided I needed to up my security.

According to the story, some local politician had left his phone lying unattended on a table in a restaurant while he used the restroom. Upon his return, he found some journalist snooping around and looking at his phone. Since the device hadn’t been password protected, this journo got all kinds of information.

I don’t have much sympathy with politicians, but since that story, I’ve gone to the trouble of locking my phone.

A little shiver runs down my spine as I think of the same happening to me. Some secrets I would not want to come out. What would Cassie think if she knew I was masquerading as Mr. BadBoy?

With my password accepted, I go to Thebadboys.net. Here I spend a bit of time flicking through the pages of new women who are interested in Mr. BadBoy.

When this is your job, you can’t spend too much time checking and double-checking.

Everything looks good. Message numbers are steadily increasing. My boss is going to be more than happy with the women I’ve catfished.

I can’t help but grin from ear to ear.

With the touch of my finger, I flick to my own profile page. This is my feature section where I really lay it on thick. It seems to be growing in popularity with members of the site.

The comments are encouraging.

I scroll through them.

“BadBoy, you fucking rock.”

“You’re a legend, BadBoy. When do I get a turn?”

“I wouldn’t want to get on the wrong side of you, BadBoy. Just the underside you.”

“When can we meet up, BadBoy? I’m yours.”

I smile. I ignore the requests BadBoy has to meet chicks. BadBoy’s too busy to play around and meet every woman who throws herself at him. My boss wants me to be super selective. And if I can score Ms. Winters? Fuck yeah, payday!

I’m turning ideas over in my mind. There’s plenty of stuff I could do to win her over. But she’s also a bit of a challenge. I gotta go balls to the wall with this one.

Having set the standard pretty high, I need to live up to BadBoy’s reputation, too.

Ms. Winters seems like the perfect woman for my boss. She’s smart, sassy, sexy, and apparently every man’s dream. She’s so sought after, everyone on Thebadboys.net wants her.

I just have to figure out how the hell to thoroughly vet and screen her when I can’t exactly show up for a date with her.

The door to my bathroom suddenly flies wide open, and my sister enters.

It’s just like her to come barging in without knocking. She’s impulsive and always acts before she thinks.

I lower the phone, clicking out of the app, careful not to drop it into the water.

“Yes? Where’s the fire?” I look at her with raised eyebrows.

Cassie’s pouting. She stops in the doorway and puts her hands on her hips. She’ll be a handful for any man brave enough to take her on, that’s for sure. Ethan has his work cut out for him.

“What makes you say there’s a fire?” she asks with a furrowed brow.

I laugh.

“You have to ask? Look at you barging in on me as if the house is burning down. Haven’t you heard of knocking?”

“Why would I knock? I know you’re in the bath and you’re alone.”

I can’t think of a suitable response.

“Never mind. What’s the matter?”

“We’re going out. I came to tell you to get out of the bath because we are going out.”

Despite myself, I groan. “No, Cas, not again,” I protest. The last thing I want to do is go out. “I’ve got work to do.”

Now Cassie stomps her feet.

“You’ve always got work to do. I’ve been stuck inside this house forever, and it’s time you got your head out of the computer screen and into the real world. I’m bored, Chloe. Really bored, and besides, it’s not good for you to be stuck in your computer world talking to people all day. Mixing with real people from time to time won’t hurt, you know.” She pauses. “Maybe you’ll meet another guy like you did the other night.”

I lean back in the bath and sigh. Sisters. They can be a fucking pain in the ass.

But then again, they can be real sweethearts when they want to be.

I roll my eyes. “Okay, fine. We’ll go out.”

If I don’t agree, she won’t leave me alone anyway. May as well appease her and agree to go out.

Cassie does a little victory dance and skips away.

There’s the sound of a bell ringing, and I glance at the screen. You have one new message.

I open up the message and feel my heartbeat increase a little as I read the message.

It’s from Ms. Winters.

It is only four words, but they take a while to sink in. Their meaning could not be any clearer.

Will you meet me?

My mouth feels a little dry. Will I meet Ms. Winters? No, the question is actually will Mr. BadBoy meet Ms. Winters?

Of course Mr. BadBoy would love the chance to meet this charming woman, but what about me?

The question swirls around in my head like a fly buzzing around and around.

It would be interesting to meet her, wouldn’t it? But how the fuck am I supposed to do that?

I chew on my bottom lip. The question is unexpected. But then that’s life, is it not? Full of unexpected moments?

And if you did not grab these unexpected moments, you could miss out. Like the other night with Aaron.

Mr. BadBoy was also born out of an unexpected moment, and ever since his birth, he’s only made life more interesting.

Perhaps I’ll think about my response a little.

Mr. BadBoy doesn’t have to reply instantly, after all. Mr. BadBoy could be offline, doing something only a bad boy would do.

With a sigh, I put the phone back on the stool and decide to get out of the bath.

If I don’t, my sister will be back in a flash to drag my ass out herself. Once she’s made up her mind about something, she’s unstoppable.

But the whole time I’m getting ready, I can’t stop thinking about how I really do want to check out Ms. Winters in person. As I’m applying my mascara, an idea hits me.

Yes! Why didn’t I think of this sooner?

I grab my phone and send her a message.