She was working that night, exactly as I’d hoped.

Honey was tall and blonde and had big brown eyes that were so dark they were nearly black. She was built like a badass hourglass and liked her jeans tight, her heels high, and her shirts in any shade of black.

She caught sight of me and tossed me a wave. The smile on her pretty face grew wider, and happiness speared through me like a lightning bolt settling somewhere right around my cock and balls.

I’d already primed the pump. I’d asked her a while ago if she’d consider seeing me outside this seedy, noisy and yet utterly perfect, bar. She’d said “maybe” and gave me a peck on the cheek. When I tried to turn my face to kiss her pouty lips, she’d flitted away like the world’s most kick-ass butterfly.