As she walked into the dimly lit bar, Aysha's eyes scanned the room. She noticed the bartender at the end of the counter, his muscular frame hidden behind the wood panel. Sidling up to the bar, she ordered her usual, a vodka soda with a twist. Their eyes met and she couldn't help but feel a stirring deep within her.
"So, what's your name?" she purred, breaking the silence.
"Matty." He replied, his voice deep and husky.
"Matty, I think you need to take me back to your place." She stated, her tone sultry. His eyes widened in surprise but he nodded his head in agreement.
As they made their way out of the bar, Aysha slipped her hand into Matty's, feeling the calluses from his hard work. They arrived at his small They arrived at his small cottage located deep in the heart of the forest.
