Gordon sat at the bar. After finding his shitty wife cheating, he had decided to go to the Mausoleum. It was a dive bar in Aspen that was popular with truckers, bikers, and his pack. Gordon was drinking alone tonight. He was halfway through his third beer and tapping Mackenzie’s business card against the top of his glass. He had been debating calling her and asking Mackenzie to join him for a drink.

It had been years since Gordon had picked up a woman. Twenty-five years, to be specific. Girls today were different. He was just some ageing biker. What did he have to offer a classy lady like Mackenzie? Then again, she had given him her number without him asking for it. She must have seen something in him. He stared at the phone number on the back of the card for a long time, then he picked up his beer and drained the glass empty. Placing the glass on the bar top, Gordon reached into his jacket, taking out his smartphone. He punched in Mackenzie’s number and hit call.

It rang once… twice… three times. His nerves were raw. He should hang up. Four… five… “Mackenzie Starr,” Gordon stopped breathing. She actually answered, and now he was speechless. “Hello?” He couldn’t. Gordon hung up and placed his phone on the bar top. God, he felt like such a loser. Suddenly his phone rang, and Gordon picked it up. Oh God, she was calling back.

Gordon stared at his phone, debating whether or not to answer it. Man up! He scolded himself. You’re 45 years old, not 12. Answer the call. Gordon picked up the phone. “Hello.”

“I’m returning a call. You just called?” Mackenzie’s voice came over the line.

“Yes, sorry, um… it’s Gordon. You gave me your number back in my tattoo shop earlier today.”

“Oh, I remember you,” her voice had taken on a silky undertone.

“I was wondering if you were busy tonight?”

“Not at all.”

“Would you be interested in getting drinks with me?”

“I would love to get drinks with you. Do you know where the Spring? It’s the bar at the Mountain Plaza Hotel,” he did; it was an expensive hotel that catered to CEOs and wealthy tourists. “I’ll be there in 20 minutes if you would like to meet me there.”

He would prefer a bar with a laxer dress code, but he would go where she wanted. “I’ll see you there,” Gordon hung up with a smile. That went well. Gordon stood up and walked out of the bar.

He drove to the hotel and parked his bike. He walked into the building and saw the bar entrance right there in the lobby. Gordon went in and took a seat at the bar. “What can I get you?” The clean-cut male bartender in the tight black top asked.

“A martini for me,” Mackenzie ordered as she slipped onto the barstool next to him. “And I’m guessing a beer for you?” She asked playfully.

“Whatever is on tap,” he said, looking her over. Mackenzie had changed out of her suit and into an incredible purple designer cocktail dress that slid up her creamy thighs when she crossed her right leg over the other. It was impossible not to stare. “And I thought you looked good back at my shop.”

“Thank you. I was at dinner with a friend when you called.”

“Did I take you away from a date?”

so we went out to dinner, but I was tired of the sobbing. You

bartender placed their drinks in front of them. He took out his wallet and paid for their drinks.

to get the next one,” they sat in awkward

been a long time since

surprised by the question. “The ring on your left hand,” she

wedding band for a moment and then back at her. “No, she doesn’t know where

“As of when?”

I caught my wife with another man. I

“I’m sorry.”

I was married, why did you give me your phone

easy to figure out who is going to make it and who isn’t. I didn’t have to meet your wife to know you weren’t happy. It’s like a sixth sense,” she smiled. “Besides, I’m not looking to lockdown.

“Fun?”

“Sex.”

“Sex?”

meeting a man whether or not she’s going to sleep with him,” she moved closer to whisper in his ear. “How long does it take you

“No commitment? No strings?”

mutual shallow gratification.”

years of being stuck with the same vile woman, he could indeed use an enjoyable romp. The only

key card out of her small handbag to show it to him. It was clear she had been planning this encounter from the get-go. She must have paid for the room before coming into the bar. She was so sure of herself,

back in one shot and stood

after, and they both stepped on. She swiped the card again, and the doors slid shut. They were silent as the elevator went

he was excited but nervous. It had been decades since he had been with

married the mother of his child, but after he said I do things went wrong and quickly. He had only stayed with her for so long because he was a man of his word. He had taken vows, and he honoured

He couldn’t do it anymore. Fuck tradition. He was kicking his bitch wife to the curb, which made what he

out of the sleeves and let the garment fall around her bare feet. Wow, he had no words. She stood before him in a deep purple and black lace bra and panties set, he was sure she bought from some expensive designer. The purple of her undergarments matched the colour of the dress she had just removed. This was

was with him was

the shorter side of tall, merely six feet even. He weighed two hundred pounds, but he was all muscle. He could attribute his superb physical fitness to the fact that he was a Lycanthrope, and as one, he had a supernaturally fast metabolism. Besides his fantastic physique, Gordon had a rugged bad boy appeal with his chiselled features, his long ebony hair and the slightest hint of grey in his

He had to admit it only to himself. He was scared he wouldn’t measure up. He was afraid he wouldn’t last long. The only thing he wasn’t afraid of was getting it up because he was at full salute already. Gordon just stood there, his gaze rolling over

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