You had met Ron to murder your almost ex-husband but the way you connected made you feel alive in a way you no longer knew was possible. A few weeks later you decided to text him to see him even though after not receiving a reply for a couple of days you thought he probably didn't use that number anymore.

You tried not to think about it too much until the morning you got his reply in your notifications, you saw him in the park in the morning at the animal shelter event you were volunteering at and as neither seemed to want to part ways you ended up at a bar. Just a couple of drinks, lots of touching and flirtatious glances, it was all the right way to go home with him. "I don't want you to be too professional"

A little smile that was coy and cocky showed his dimples. "Okay not very professional so... how do you want me, huh?" his hand went up your thigh caressing gently.