As she walked into the dimly lit bar, her eyes skimmed over the patrons. She was there for one thing only, and everyone in the place seemed to know it. The smell of booze and sweat was thick in the air, and washed over her as she headed towards the counter.

The bartender, a tall and scruffy man named Trent, gave her a lecherous grin as she leaned in to order a drink. She ignored him, sipping on the cocktail as she scanned the room for potential partners. That's when he walked in.

Gabriel was a tall, muscular, and commanding presence. His rugged features and chiseled jaw were a sight to behold. Their eyes locked the moment he entered the room, and she felt a sudden spark of attraction that she couldn't ignore. Gabriel walked over, ordering a drink and pulling up a stool beside hers.

They started to talk, and she found herself feeling nervous. It was like he could read her every thought. Before long, the conversation had turned to sex, and they both knew where the night was headed. They moved to a dark corner of the room, where their lips collided in a passionate kiss. The raw intensity between them took over, and nothing else existed but the two of them, tangled up in each other's desires.