“Wow. I’ve never met a woman who doesn’t love Valentine’s Day.” Her previous awe of me has been replaced with disdain. If I’d known it would be this easy to change her opinion of me, I would have shared my thoughts earlier.

I shrug. “Well, now you have. Love’s an everyday experience; it’s something shown in the mundane things you do for your partner. It’s not found in a fucking overpriced bunch of flowers picked up on the way home from work because you know if you don’t get them that day, of all days, your life won’t be worth living.”

Jade’s eyes are glazing over; I probably lost her at mundane.

“I’ll catch you later,” I say as I push open the door and exit the room, not waiting for her response. With a bit of luck, I’ll never have to see her again.

The cool air of the club hits my face and I welcome it after the heated stuffiness of the crowded ladies’ room. It’s Friday night and pumping in here. Everyone is celebrating the end of the work week. I’m celebrating the beginning of my holidays. Three months of no work. Three months of doing whatever the hell I want. Bliss.

I make my way to the bar and order a bourbon and Coke. After slamming it down in two gulps, I motion to the bartender to pour me another.

“Hard day, sweetheart?”

Turning to see who is speaking to me, I am momentarily speechless while I take in piercing blue eyes and gorgeous features. Whoever this man is, he has the ability to turn me on just by being near me because I am turned way the fuck on right now. As electricity sparks through me, I imagine running my hands through his dark hair and laying kisses along that chiseled jaw. Need and desire swirl together and I decide that he will be mine tonight.

“Hard week, more like it,” I answer him just as the bartender brings me another drink. Before I can get cash out of my purse to pay for the drink, the guy lifts his chin at the bartender, who nods and walks away without taking payment. I’m still trying to find cash in my purse and the guy puts his hand over mine, stilling it.

“Why was your week so bad?” he asks, his hand still on mine.

I move my hand away. “Thanks for the drink.”

He flashes me a smile that shoots more electricity through me. “You’re very welcome. Now tell me about your week.”

I sigh. “I’d rather not talk about it. Let’s just say that dealing with pretentious, self-centred people for twelve hours a day, five days in a row, is enough to make me consider moving in with the Amish and adopting their way of life.”

He chuckles. “I hear you. It sounds like we’ve been dealing with similar people all week.”

I cock my eyebrow. “Oh, no. I fucking win this one, dude. I’ve been working with models who couldn’t work out their left from their right half the time.”

He nods, another smile forms on his face that would melt my panties if they weren’t already melted. “You win. I could think of nothing worse than working with models.”

My gaze sweeps over him, taking in his jeans and black t-shirt that both hug his body. He’s rocking muscles I am fighting not to drool over; muscles I need to hold my hands back from because all they want to do is touch. Those muscles are covered in tats, and I squint to try and read what one of them says. It looks like a quote written in cursive on his forearm, but I struggle to work out what it says.

He sees me looking and holds his arm out as he tells me what it says. “Fate loves the fearless.”

I grab hold of his arm and position it so I can read it better. The moment I touch him, I feel it, and I know he feels it, too, because his eyes show it. There’s an undeniable spark between us, and as soon as it hits me, my body lights up at the thought of sleeping with him.

As I let go of him, he leans his face close to mine and asks, “You feel that?”

Not letting go of his eyes, I nod. The slow burn of desire is eliciting a hunger in me I haven’t felt for a long time. And I sense he wants me just as much as I want him. “I do,” I finally answer him, slightly breathless.

The beat of the music surrounds us, and the crowd threatens to drown us, but I am lost to the moment and almost unaware of everything else as we search each other’s eyes. I’m sure I detect warmth and kindness in his. Odd that I’m getting all that when I’ve just met him,

but I would swear it on a bible.

He slowly moves his face away from mine and drinks some of his drink. As he places the glass back on the bar, he says, “I’m Jett.”

“Presley.”

A smile tugs at his lips. “Your parents are Elvis fans?”

“My mother is and my father is blinded by love. She could have called me Elvis and he wouldn’t have blinked.”

This inspires a laugh out of him. “Your parents are still happily married?”

“Yeah, go figure. How many marriages do you know of that are still going strong after thirty years?”

His eyes twinkle. “My parents are still happy after thirty-five years. I guess you and I are like some weird science experiment. It kinda sucks, really.”

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