Yep, this beer hits the fucking spot. It’s really what I need right now, fuck that coffee bullshit to stay awake. I’m not looking to get hammered or anything, but a light buzz never fucking killed anyone, right?

District 21 is my favorite bar. Not just because my best friend Theo is a bartender there and I get complimentary top-shelf drinks.

All the hottest girls in the city flock to this bar. I don’t know what it is about this place, but the aura around here is fucking amazing.

This bar is always―hands down, would bet my fucking life on it―crawling with single, fuckable hot chicks.

Sure, there are a lot of pretty faces out there, but is that everything?

These days, people are always fucking swiping right or left, or getting their daily orgasm from a meaningless date on Tinder.

Not that I’m looking to settle down with any one woman. I mean, even the fucking idea of it makes my skin crawl.

That being said, I want a girl who can hold a fucking conversation with me without staring at me blankly, not understanding anything I say. Jesus, it shouldn’t be that hard, right?

But all the girls I know and get introduced to be hot bodies with air space for brains. I mean, if you could put a ‘vacancy’ or ‘for rent’ sign on their foreheads, that’s exactly what it would be like.

All the women I’ve met and encountered turn into something that I like to refer to as ‘just sex.’ You know, the no-strings-attached type. Girls who aren’t looking to get sucked into the black hole of a relationship, either, who just want a good hard fuck. Which of course makes them perfect candidates to sleep with.

Part of me is stuck on this idea that there should be more to a woman than a pretty face. I want intellectual stimulation, as well as cock-tingling stimulation, dammit. That probably explains why I’ve crafted Ms. Winters the way I have.

I take a hefty swig of my beer, relishing in the way it hits my belly with a warm splash, sending an amazing sensation jolting through my veins.

Yep, I’m in total relaxation mode now. Screw work, I can take the night off. I fucking deserve it every now and then.

My mind drifts back to my alter-ego.

What a hot fucking piece of ass she would be, but she’s more than that, too.

She actually has a few brain cells in her fictional head, unlike most of the mindless girls who just yawn and open their legs as if sex were boring and meaningless to them.

No, the idea of Ms. Winters enthralls me. I’m not fucking kidding. She’s the total package, and I wish she were real so I could meet her in reality.

I take another glorious gulp of my beer and pucker my lips at the refreshing taste. Damn, that is some good shit.

To my left, something tickles my arm delicately, and instinctively, my reaction is to turn around and face whomever is there.

A beautiful chestnut-haired woman stands next to me, squeezing in to fight for her space at the crowded bar.

It’s a fucking zoo in here, and each person has to fend for themselves. It’s total chaos, not gonna lie. Everyone is out for the same thing: drinks, dancing and hopefully meeting someone that leads to a hookup later.

I observe this woman with interest as she waves to the bartender, trying to flag him down. Luckily for her, the bartender just so happens to be my best friend.

She blows out a puff of air and drums her perfectly manicured nails against the bar top, making a light tapping sound that makes me smile, although I’m not really sure why.

She’s restless and on the verge of yelling at him to gain his attention.

This is where I decide to step in with my fresh wit and undying charismatic charm.

It’s perfectly evident how beautiful she is―in an obvious, apparent, and perfect kind of way. I’m sure she understands the depth of her gorgeousness, and probably uses it to her advantage on the regular.

I can’t place my finger on it, but it’s almost as if she’s effortlessly carrying herself with poise and smooth confidence, and that fucking draws me in like a fly to honey.

I don’t usually find myself smitten over a woman. I enjoy watching them, sure, but this woman…she encompasses true, uninhibited beauty that’s totally unmatched by anyone else swirling through the room.

Oh, right, remember how I just said I want to swoop in and become her knight in shining armor?

Well, she beats me to the punch and speaks first. I’m not entirely sure her words are directed at me, or just to the world in general, as she impatiently waits for bar service.

The hot girl sighs dramatically, but in a cute and adorable way. “It sure is hard to get a guy’s attention,” she chuckles, shaking her head.

I can’t help it. I can’t stop myself from replying. “For a woman as pretty as yourself, it can’t be too hard. He just hasn’t seen you yet.”

She turns to face me, blushing. Really, all I can think about is how ironic her statement is, because she’s the most breathtaking woman in this whole damn place.

She’s about to respond, but she appears to have a new distraction in lieu of yours truly.

She smiles at me and finally notices Theo coming our direction. “Bartender!” she calls out frantically albeit politely to capture his attention.

“Yeah.” He swiftly parks in front of her and places his hands on the bar top.

“Can I get a cosmopolitan and a mojito please?”

“Yeah, sure, coming right up.” Theo places his white rag over his shoulder and begins the process of pouring her drinks.

“I’ll pick up your tab,” I state as I hold my hand out for Theo to remember.

“Oh, no…that’s not necessary.” The hot girl shakes her head vigorously. “I don’t think we’re starting a tab anyway. I’ll just pay for these with cash.” She gives me a polite smile.

“Then I’ll give Theo here cash.” I grin up at my best friend who rolls his eyes at me, used to my flirting antics.

She takes a tiny step back. She would have taken a bigger one, but it’s totally fucking packed where we are.

I can tell that she’s sizing me up.

“You’re a persistent little fucker, aren’t you?” She grins as she teases me.

I fucking love it.

“I insist.” I flash her my million-dollar smile.

“Just let him pay,” Theo chimes in with his two cents. “He’s not one to quit.”

“You two know each other?” She points between us.

“I’ve been enduring more years of servitude with this ole chap than I care to admit.” I wink up at Theo, who laughs in response.

“Ditto, pal,” he quips back.

“Well, in that case, I guess I’ll take his advice.” She nods her head in Theo’s direction. “You can buy my drinks…but just this once.” She holds up a prideful finger.

I sit up and grab my wallet out of my back pocket. “Thank you.”

I hand Theo a wad of cash.

“I think I should be thanking you,” she jokes with a chuckle.

“Sure,” I shrug humbly. “It’s really no trouble, though.”

The sexy lady bites her lip and stares at me as if she’s trying to figure me out, but I can tell that she’s amused and entertained by me and my light humor.

Theo hands her both drinks. She sets the mojito on the counter and clings onto the Cosmo for dear life.

After taking a refreshing sip of the cocktail, she grins mischievously at me.

“So, can I ask you a question?”

“I’m an open book.” I smile.

“I’m sure you are,” she chuckles.

“Well?” I ask, as she keeps me in suspense.

She takes another sip of her drink and then puts a finger to her chin. “Why is such a handsome guy like yourself all alone on a Friday night?”

“You think I’m handsome?” I beam, teasing her with my trademark charm.

She rolls her eyes. “Didn’t I just say that?”

“Yes,” I grin, “I just like to hear you say it because you’re gorgeous yourself.”

“Thank you.” She blushes, and it’s so fucking cute.

I reflect on her question, and honestly, I don’t have a valid answer. Theo returns to other indignant customers, so it’s not like I can count on him to cast me out a safety net.

“Beats me.” I shrug and laugh.

“Well, tonight’s your lucky night.” She grins as her eyes sparkle flirtatiously.

“Yeah?” I raise an eyebrow at her ambiguous and bold statement.

“My sister always tells me I need to live a little more, but she doesn’t understand that I’m already adventurous.”

“That’s nice to hear,” I say, wondering where she’s going with this.

“I’m going to ask you another question,” she states, and her assertiveness is such a fucking turn-on.

“Really? You’re going to just dive right in, huh? Not even going to ask me in advance this time?” I tease her.

“Would you like to join me at my table?” She ignores my joke.

“That depends.” I lean back in my seat and smile. “Are you also alone here tonight?”

My heart drums in my chest as I anxiously wait for her response.

“I’m here with someone…” She pauses. “It’s my sister.”

“You are wild, just loving keeping me in suspense,” I tell her, chuckling. “I’d love to join you.”

“Great.” She bites her bottom lip again, and fuck, she’s the fucking sexiest woman I’ve ever seen.

“Well, what are you waiting for?” She taunts me with her fiery gorgeous eyes.

“I’m ready as I’ll ever be.” I grin, captivated by her sultry demeanor.

As we make our way towards where her table is, I think, Fuck, I might be in trouble with this one.