“A beer?” the bartender asked.

“Yes please,” Fallon said before the beer appeared in front of her.

“Four bucks.”

Fallon went to get her cash out her pocket when, out the corner of her eyes, she saw the guy shake his head, “Put it on my tab, Teagan.”

“Yup,” Teagan said before going off to do bartending work.

Fallon looked up at the guy, a sexy smile on her face. “Thank you.”

“Sure,” he said as he held his beer out to her. Fallon clanked her beer to his before taking a hefty sip. The cool liquid went down her throat and she wanted to gag.

It was her first time drinking beer, and she decided that it too was disgusting.

“Don’t like it?” he asked. Fallon shook her head.

“I usually only drink wine.”

“No wine here, baby girl. Teagan, a Mule please.”

“A Mule?” Fallon asked as the bartender nodded and went to work on her drink.

“Yup, good stuff. Tequila, ginger ale and lime juice. Drink of champions.”

“So I guess you’re not one since you’re drinking a beer?”

They both looked down at the beer he held in his hand; he then chuckled before looking back up at her. “This is my warm up drink.”

“Oh is that right?”

“Sure is, try it,” he said as the bartender laid the drink in front of her. She picked it up and took a sip.

It was fantastic. Fallon couldn’t even taste the tequila, not that she knew what it tasted like. All she knew was that the drink was good.

“It’s good, no bite at all,” she said with a nod.

“No bite now, but tomorrow, you’ll be singing a different tune if you have too many.”

Fallon laughed as he chuckled along with her. “I’m Lucas, by the way.”

Lucas held out his hand, and Fallon took it. He had huge hands, they swallowed hers and people said she had big hands. “Fallon.”

“Fallon? Interesting.”

“Thanks,” she said with a grin.

“You live around here?”

Fallon looked up and her eyes were drawn to his again. Before when she was across the bar, she couldn’t see how gray they were. Now that she was closer, she could see his eyes were like smoke or maybe a dark rain cloud. They were so captivating, hypnotic even.

“I do. I’m a sophomore at Stanford,” she said, while still being dazed by his eyes.

“Oh really, a smarty pants then?” he asked with a lazy smile.

She giggled, “Something like that.”

“Wait; if you are a sophomore, you’re what? You’re not 21."

Shit on shingle.

“Um, well,” Fallon sputtered as she looked towards Allison for help, but Allison was giggling and flirting with a guy that had come over to the table. When she looked back up at Lucas, he was leaned in close, a naughty grin on his lips.

“Oh, someone has a fake ID huh?” he whispered as Fallon turned deep red.

“Are you going to tell on me?”

The words flew from her mouth before she could stop them and she wished they hadn’t when she saw the devilish grin that crossed his face. God, she sounded so damn young!

Seductress? YEAH RIGHT!

“I don’t know. What do I get if I don’t?”

Fallon weighed his statement for a moment, before looking up at him. She had nothing to offer him but money, and by the way he was dressed, she was sure he had enough of his own. If he thought she was gonna give him sex, he might as well go on and turn her in! So she blinked twice at him before saying, “Um, what do you want?”

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Lucas Brooks chuckled as he looked down at the beauty that had walked into the bar.

After losing the Stanley Cup Playoffs earlier that evening, he was feeling pretty crappy but then she walked in. Lucas’ eyes had been drawn to her as soon as he heard the click of the naughty little red cowboy boots she was wearing. Didn’t she realize that red is an eye catcher? He was sure she wanted attention, and he wanted to give it to her.

Fallon ─what an awesome name─ was by far the most gorgeous girl in the bar. She looked like a porcelain doll. Yeah, her br**sts were a little smaller than he liked, but her ass made up for it. He liked big asses on girls and she had one. It might have been her hair too; it was long and wavy, a golden brown that brought out her heavy-lidded, deep caramel, wide eyes. She had a deer- in-headlights look to her but he knew, just by talking to her, that she wasn’t dumb. Her nose was small and dainty, and when Lucas set eyes on her luscious glossy red lips, he knew he had to talk to her — and have her.

Fallon wasn’t much younger than him, he was 21, but her innocence made him feel like he was 40. Like the Big Bad Wolf trying to hook up with Little Red Riding Hood, but Lucas’s Little Red Riding Hood was gorgeous and she had no clue who he was, a big plus in his book.

“It’s quite simple really,” he said with a wink of his eye. “Just a simple kiss, and my lips are sealed.”

Fallon giggled, looking off to the side before looking back up at him. He liked a lot that she was tall, usually the girls he messed with were shorter and the tall ones were models that didn’t eat anything. He couldn’t stand them. Lucas loved to eat and when he was stuffing his face, he hated having a female watch him with a ‘please feed me’ kind of look.

“If your lips are sealed how you supposed to kiss me?” she asked in a low, intimate voice.