The palpable music moved through the gyrating crowd, pulsating life and controlling the flailing movements loosely termed dancing. In the private booths, couples and groups were in various stages of passion, some only feeling a tightness in their bellies and others winded, hot and sweat drenched as they came down from the high of satisfaction. Professional dancers and drunken women swung about on poles, dollar bills shoved into thongs and garters.

The only one not having fun, it seemed, was sitting idly in a back corner, near the bar. She was alone and sober, yet again, while her friends fucked with reckless abandon. Always the self-designated driver to these events, she never managed to let loose and relax, always too afraid of possible retribution. All that responsibility meant was that she never had any real fun.

She was on her third glass of orange juice – “Alcohol free, thanks.” – and was refolding her cheap paper napkin for the third time when a shadow fell over her table, blocking the light from the dance floor. When the shadow didn’t say anything, she resumed folding her napkin, hoping that whatever poor drunken soul was standing over her would get the hint and walk away. When the shadow – which she noted was unmistakably male – still made no sound or any movement away from her table, the two remained in an awkward silence.

After folding her napkin for the fourth and fifth time, she finally grew fed up with the eyes she could feel boring into her head, and turned her eyes to glare at the stranger. What she saw though, took her breath away. Standing not a foot from her was the most amazing male specimen she had ever seen.

Soft reddish hair, piercing blue, wait..green?, gray? eyes, and a mouth that was obviously a master at everything it tried. His smile was to die for and was the best thing about his face. He had a well-defined chest she could see through the fitted t-shirt he wore and the long, lean legs currently wrapped in soft, worn blue jeans.

The pants did an amazing job of showing her just how…well-endowed this specimen was. And by the looks of how those pants were quickly getting tighter as she continued to stare, the delicious piece of cock she was sure he was hiding was ready to play.

Tall, broad shouldered, and muscular but not overly so, the man was obviously the perfect size to pick her up and press her against a wall, one hand on her thigh, one hand on her neck and lips nibbling on her ear and neck, searching, biting. She could almost feel him grinding into her, and had to clench her fist to keep from whimpering with desire. She stopped herself before allowing that fantasy to continue.

It didn’t matter, though; because that fantastic grin he was flashing at her let her know that he knew exactly what she was thinking. She felt a flush crawl up her cheeks.

“Someone said you were alone.” Well, he was sober. At least she wouldn’t smell of cheap booze in the morning…not that she was planning on spending enough time with this gorgeous stranger to pick up any smell. Speaking of smell, that was fantastic cologne.

“I’m actually waiting for a few people, gotta make sure they get home tonight.”

Gee, that was witty. Maybe she’d pull out a bottle of wine later and drink herself into a stupor in the safety of her own kitchen to forget this. He was still grinning when he slid into the seat across from her.

She uncrossed and recrossed her legs as she stared at him. Was it a good sign that this absolutely edible man was taking such an interest in her? He said with a devilish grin, “Look, a great looking girl like you can’t walk into a place like this, looking like that, and not have fun. You’re a beautiful blonde, and I’d bet you’re great in the sack. I’m gonna be honest with you, I came over here with every intention of taking you home tonight. But first we’re gonna have fun. We don’t have to drink, we don’t even have to dance, we can just talk if you want, and at the end of the night, if you’re not interested, then I’ll walk away.”

She could only gape. What do you say to that? She leaned back in her chair, dropping her napkin like a barrier in front of them, absolutely determined not to fall for that completely, sinfully innocent look.

Which is why it came as a complete shock, forty-five minutes later when she, self-designated driver to all things involving alcohol and dancing, found herself waving goodbye to her friends – from whom she received a very enthusiastic thumbs up – and following a man she’d just met to a rather expensive looking blue sports car.

Prancing through the parking lot, eyes fixated on the delectable ass of the man ahead of her, she felt sexy.