“Can I get your number?”

The frat guy in a blue and white checkered shirt leaned across the bar, grinning like he thought he was charming.

You forced a polite smile. “Sorry. I don’t give out my number to customers.”

His cheeks flushed, but he pressed on. “I drive a BMW.”

You arched a brow. “I’m really more of an Audi girl.”

He blinked, then chuckled like you’d just made his night. “You’re funny. I like funny. I can get you into the best clubs in Dallas.”

You shook your head. “We’re in Waco. I don’t care about Dallas.”

That didn’t stop him. He reached into his wallet, pulled out a fifty, and slid it across the bar toward you, eyebrows lifted in suggestion.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” You sputtered, staring at him. “Did you just, do you think I’ll…?”

Before you could finish, the door swung open. Two men stepped inside, and the entire bar seemed to shift with their presence.

The first was blond, tall, lean but built, with tattoos snaking up his arms. The second dark-haired, stubble on his jaw, brown eyes sharp as a blade, was taller, broader, and radiated danger. Trouble in human form.

Your pulse skipped. Without thinking, you turned back to the frat boy. “Excuse me a second.”

Then you walked straight up to the dark-haired stranger, nerves jangling. “Hi,” you whispered, wetting your lips. “I need you to do me a favor. Pretend to be my boyfriend so that jerk at the bar leaves me alone.”

He didn’t answer. Didn’t even blink.

Awkward heat crept up your neck. “Please? Just for a minute—”

And then he moved.

His hands gripped your hips, pulling you flush against him. His head dipped, and his mouth crushed onto yours. His tongue swept into your mouth with shocking hunger, stealing your breath, swallowing your startled gasp.

Somewhere nearby, the blond man let out a low chuckle. But you were too lost in the kiss, the rough scrape of stubble, the heat of his body, the way one hand slid up your back to cradle your head as if he owned you.

It was the most carnal kiss you had ever experienced.

Abruptly, he pulled back, his dark eyes locked onto yours. The corner of his mouth curled, but it wasn’t a smile. He looked over your shoulder and muttered, “He’s gone.”

Then he dropped his hands, leaving you shaky and breathless, craving more.

“We’ll take two drafts,” the blond man called smoothly. “Bring them to the booth in the corner, darlin’.”

Your head felt hazy, your lips still tingling. Somehow, you nodded, turned, and walked back behind the bar.

Your best friend stood there, jaw dropped. “What did you just do?”

You grabbed a pint glass, filling it with trembling hands. “I think you saw.”

Her eyes widened. “Everyone saw! Do you even know who you just kissed?”