The dim, sultry glow of the bar's lights cast a mysterious haze over the room. Jane's dark eyes scanned the crowd, her pulse quickening as she spotted him – Jack – leaning against the counter with an air of nonchalant confidence that made her stomach flutter.
His muscular frame filled out his leather jacket perfectly, and his strong jawline was accentuated by the seductive smirk playing on his lips. The sight of him stirred a deep, primal desire within her, igniting her curiosity and drawing her in like a moth to a flame.
"Hey," she breathed, sidling up next to him at the bar, her heart pounding in her chest. "What are you drinking?"
Jack looked at her, his piercing blue eyes locking onto hers as he raised his glass in a silent toast. "Whiskey, neat. How about you? What's your poison?"
