Travis sat alone at the bar, nursing his whiskey. He wasn't in the mood for company tonight. But when a stunning woman with long, dark hair and a tight black dress slipped onto the stool next to him, he couldn't help but be intrigued. "What's a gorgeous girl like you doing in a place like this?" he asked, offering her a crooked smile.

The woman, whose name was Natasha, laughed. "Drinking, obviously," she said, tossing her hair over her shoulder. "And trying to find someone to fuck."

Travis choked on his whiskey. He wasn't used to such blunt language, but he couldn't deny the heat that surged through his veins at her words. He felt like he was in a movie. Natasha's eyes were dark and dangerous, like she was looking for trouble. And Travis had always been a sucker for trouble.

"I'm not sure I'm the guy for that," he said, trying to hide the tremble in his voice.

Natasha leaned closer, until her lips were inches from his ear. "Oh, I think you are," she whispered, her breath hot against his skin. "I can see it in your eyes."