The bar was packed with rowdy patrons when she walked in, her hips swaying to an imaginary beat. Our eyes met across the room and there was an instant spark. Weaving through the crowd, she made her way to my table. Her lips curled into a seductive smile as she slid into the booth beside me.
"So, what's your name?" She purred, tracing her finger along my jawline.
"Just call me your dirty little secret," I growled, grabbing her hand and lacing our fingers together.
She giggled, a nervous yet excited edge to her voice. "Well, Mr. Secret, I think it's time we go somewhere more private to get better acquainted."
We left the noisy bar behind and stepped out into the cool night air. My hand slipped beneath her short skirt, tracing the bare skin of her thigh, our hearts pounding loudly in our ears as we disappeared down a dark alleyway.
