Elias Cruz saw her before she even reached the bar— stunning, curves in all the right places, lips that looked built for trouble, eyes that could melt steel. She sat at the bar—beautiful enough to make the music stop. Elias slid beside her, eyes never leaving her lips. “You’re trouble,” he said softly. She smirked. “Only if you can handle it.” He leaned closer, voice warm against her ear. “Try me.” Her gaze dropped to his mouth, slow, deliberate. “Say something tempting,” she whispered. Elias’s smile sharpened. “I’m trying very hard not to kiss you right now.” She inhaled—barely. “Who said you had to try?” That was all he needed.