You kept him completely under wraps-preferably between the sheets-and enjoyed. What many would call “a bit of rough.” He was the guy you never introduced to your friends and certainly not to your parents. He was-or at least he thought he was-a bad boy. When I finally worked it out, it was like a light bulb clicked on in my head. Therefore, it took me a while to put my finger on the reason-or reasons-for my odd attraction to the guy. I like my men tall, muscular, and clean-shaven. His facial hair was somewhere between stubble and beard, his hair had no discernable style, and he smoked. He was just a little taller than me, slim and lightly tattooed. He was one of those guys you love to hate. Despite the fact he was mocking himself, it sounded like he was desperate for the people listening to know just how many women had been in his life, for however brief an interlude. The one he was regaling the room with when I arrived was an incident where he’d blown off a woman for the evening, only for her to turn up at his house and see him getting hot and heavy with someone else. Turns out he was quite the ladies’ man and had many close calls. We were in a pub, and he was telling anybody that would listen about the many mishaps in his love life. When I met Andrew through friends of friends, I instantly pegged him as a bit of a moron. She’s not had sex in a while, so Alison figures there’s no harm in going home with him to get herself a bit of rough. Yet, much to her confusion, Alison still finds herself attracted to him. He’s a total bad boy and does nothing but chain smoke and brag about his stream of past conquests. When Alison meets Andrew, she instantly pegs him as a moron.
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