KYLE

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[KYLE POV]

It was a little after twelve thirty in the morning when I was sitting at that particular table in the bar. I had been there simply to celebrate with my employees. I often found that giving my employees a reward like this every now and then helped them to work harder. However, I always loathed coming along with them.

But, as the Founder and CEO of my own company I was like a celebrity to them and my presence was basically a necessity at these events. I had thought that this night was going to be as boring and mundanely annoying as all the rest.

That was, until she walked in. She had come in looking like she'd had a very hard day. She'd gone straight to the bar and showed her ID. I was already on my feet and following my nose and my dick toward what looked to be a very interesting possibility. And even though I was already on the move, she had managed to down six shots in that short amount of time. Just what had happened to her today.

But there were other questions I wanted to ask. Like who was she? Where did she come from? And why was she making the beast inside of me pant like no woman ever had before?

Ohh, this was going to be an interesting night indeed.

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"Now, what is a beautiful lady such as yourself doing over here drinking all alone." I heard a deep, smooth voice nearly purr behind me. The sound of that voice sent shivers up my spine and had me melting on the spot. And I hadn't even seen the guy yet.

The bartender, seeing the look on my face, set down the bottle of Whiskey in front of me and walked away. I would pay for the whole thing when I was done. I poured myself another shot quickly and downed it before I turned to look at the man behind me.

Oh, if I had thought that his voice was sexy, that had been nothing compared to the way he looked. He stood there before me at six feet four inches, no less that's for sure. I could see through the very expensive suit he was wearing that he had an extremely nice body that was full of yummy muscles. His face was full of chiseled features and perfect little angles. His hair was pitch black and his eyes were a deep orange red.

He was so unique, so handsome, and very much a beast. I could feel the animal in me stirring at the scent of him. My beast had sensed his beast and was not on edge. This was a first, she was accepting of him.

"I've had a hard day, so I just needed to drown that a little." I answered him, my mind slightly fogged but my words were still clear.

"Want to talk to someone about it?" He smiled as he sat down on the stool next to me, sliding onto the seat like it was the most natural thing in the world. He seemed to perch there like a cat, regal and dignified.

"I can't talk about it, my work is confidential." I tried to send him away with my words. I might find him drool worthy and sexy and instantly intriguing, but that didn't mean anything. The most that I would do would be to spend the night with the guy, never to see him again. But after a night like tonight I wasn't sure I was up to it.

He looked intrigued as he looked at me, one eyebrow raised as he smirked at me with a knowing expression.

"I get that, I know all about confidential work. I am in that type of work as well, I have to keep secrets from everyone with what I do."

"Then at least you understand." I turned back to my bottle of Whiskey and took a drink directly from the bottle.

"How about I order you a drink, something that is a little more appropriate for a beautiful lady such as yourself."

"What makes you think I am interested in that at all?"

I glared at him, slightly annoyed by his misogynistic attitude. Did he really think that women wanted men to act like that.

"Sorry, buddy, but I don't need you to order a drink for me. I know what I wanted tonight, and that was oblivion. This will do just fine." I took another swig from the bottle and grimaced at the burning sensation as the liquid flooded into my mouth and throat.

"What if I can order you a drink that is just as strong but doesn't burn the hell out of your throat?" He seemed to offer me a challenge. "Will you be up to talking to me then?" Oh he just had to go and make it a competition.

"Sure, do your best." I laughed at him. "But when you lose you leave me alone."

"So if I win, I get to spend more time with you. That seems like a favorable bet for me because I like my odds of winning."

He turned to look at the man behind the bar with a smile.

"Can the lady here get a Pearl Diver?" He asked with a grin. The bartender didn't say anything in response, he just nodded his head and got to work. While the grungy hipster behind the bar was doing his job, Mr Sexy looked back at me. "By the way beautiful, what's your name?" He really seemed to be trying hard to get with me. I could understand it if I was still wearing my hooker dress, but I was in my hunter clothes now. Oh well, when in Rome, right? Best to play along with him for now.

"Jacy. How about you Casanova?" I asked him playfully.

"Kyle." His voice seemed to purr as he spoke, further giving me the image of him as a cat. I was starting to think I had narrowed down what his beast was, but that was when the man behind the bar put a beautiful glass in front of me.