Chapter 1
Dylan
The world within Manhattan is its own beast. You learn that when you live here. When you claw your way around this city looking for something elusive.
For some, that’s a job that will keep a roof over their heads.
For others, it’s a relationship that will stand the test of time and weather the winds of change.
I have the first and no interest in the second.
My needle in the haystack is a particular type of woman.
I don’t bother with blondes.
My cock has zero interest in redheads.
For me, it’s all about the type of woman I see in front of me now.
Light brown hair, blue eyes, and a petite body that can move to the beat of the music.
Experience has taught me that if a woman can dance, she can fuck.
The woman I’m watching now is graceful, beautiful, and within the hour will be in my bed.
I slide off the bar stool and approach her.
“I’m Dylan.”
She taps her ear. “What was that?”
I lean in closer. “I’m Dylan, and you are?”
“Dancing.” She breathes on a small laugh.
“You’ve been watching me.” I stand in place while the patrons of this club dance around me, brushing against my expensive, imported suit.
She spins before she slows. “I could say the same for you.”
I look down at her face.
Jesus, she’s striking. Her eyes are a shade of blue, that particular shade of blue that always takes my breath away.
“We’re leaving together tonight.”
That cocks one of her perfectly arched brows. “You’re assuming that I’m not here with someone.”