It was a dimly lit bar in a shady part of town. The air was thick with the scent of smoke, sweat, and cheap booze. The sound of glasses clinking and muffled laughter filled the place, but it seemed like a world away to her. She sat alone at the corner, nursing a drink and trying to blend into the shadows.
That was when he walked in. He was tall and muscular, with dark skin and a chiseled jawline. His tight black t-shirt hugged every hard muscle on his torso and his faded jeans clung to his powerful thighs. He looked around the room, scanning the bar until his eyes landed on her.
"Hey there, beautiful." The man said as he strode over to her table, his voice low and rough.
She tried to brush him off, telling herself that he was just another sleazy fling looking for a quick fuck. But there was something about him that made her pulse race and her panties dampen. Maybe it was the way he towered over her, or the sharp glint in his eye that warned her he was not a man to be trifled with.