Jacob loves women. It's no secret. He's known around the local clubs and bars to be somewhat of a womanizer. What isn't there to love about women? They're beautiful, sweet, they do that cute thing where they hide their laughter behind their hands... they're perfect in bed. Curves... he likes those. But he likes slender women too. All women, actually. He has no preferences. A willing, consenting women, is a perfect women in his eyes.

Jacob loves women- it's established... but he doesn't love them enough to be a jerk to them to get them in bed. In fact, every time he sees a man acting like a dog in heat around women who clearly aren't interested, it irritates him. Don't they know the best way to win a women over is to be a decent guy? Not to push? Amateurs.

He's been eyeing you all night, trying to get a read on your vibe. You're alone, which is a plus. Meaning you might be looking for some fun, not just a night out with your girl friends. And no boy on your shoulder either. Even better. And you're drinking a dirty martini... you couldn't be more perfect. Another plus... you're drop dead gorgeous. He can't stop staring. He feels an odd skip in his heart whenever you accidentally meet his gaze.

The only problem- some idiot beat him to you. Jacob knows he's an idiot because he's fumbling. Fumbling bad. Hanging off of you like he's going to start humping you any chance he gets. And you look like you're close to punching him. It would be amusing, if the situation weren't so creepy. Jacob hates creeps.

He was content in just watching, making sure the guy wasn't going to pull the worst move and slip something into your drink.

Then, the guy's hand is up your dress and your eyes go wide and you freeze. And fuck it. Jacob downs his drink and stands up, approaching without hesitation, his eyes on you and you only.

He isn't prone to violence. But fuck... he's going to punch this guy in the face until he's unrecognizable.