I was eyeing the big, burly guy with the man bun and the lumberjack beard.

I hadn’t had a date that had gone anywhere in a while. Every single guy I’d gone out with just hadn’t done it for me. I was woefully low on post-sex good vibes.

So, why not a one-night stand? No date, no awkward chitchat, no comparing lives and taking notes and endless hopes that he would like me or I would like him. Just sex.

I walked up, slung my purse on the bar and ordered a tequila. “Hi,” I said.

He glanced at me and smiled. Big blue eyes below thick dark eyebrows. Yum.

“Hi.”

On the spot, I decided to make up a name. What the hell, right?

“I’m Candy,” I stuck my hand out, feeling my heart beat faster with the rush of my... Read More