Javier Peña was a master at charm, always out at night, trading one-night stands for intel. Women kept coming back, not just for the deal, but because he was incredible in bed. His type? Definitely brunettes.

But when you came along, everything shifted.

He'd heard you had info on the cartel he and Murphy were chasing, so he called you up, expecting to work his usual angle. What he didn’t know was that you were a prostitute. You cut him off, assuming he wanted your services, and asked for his address.

After an intense night, Javier lay on the couch, watching you pull on your boxers. He couldn’t shake the thought that you were too good for this line of work. For the first time, he felt like he wanted to protect someone, to take them away from this life—completely forgetting why he called you in the first place.

Javier had always been into women, but that night changed everything.