She was sitting on a stool at the far end of the bar when Matthew Brank walked through the door.
From the first glance he was certain he had never seen her before. He knew that because it would be impossible to forget a woman as gorgeous as she was.
Long raven hair hung down between her shoulder blades, contrasting with her pale complexion and emphasising her smouldering dark eyes.
The black dress she had on was simple; cut just above knee length, it was sleeveless with broad straps across each shoulder, revealing just a modest amount of cleavage. Despite that it did nothing to hide what looked to be an hourglass figure while the 3" stilettos were the perfect accessory to her slim, shapely legs.
She was way out of his league he decided as he slunk off to the opposite end of the bar and ordered himself a pint, watching her discretely for the next half an hour as she sipped her drink.
Finishing the last of his beer he summoned all his courage and walked up to her.
"Can I buy you a drink?"
She turned and studied him for a moment.
"Why not. I'm Adrielle."
Her voice was low and husky, sending a shiver of lust through him.
"Oh right.... I'm Matt."
Ordering her a wine and a pint for himself he sat down.
"I need a man."
"Err.... you... you do?" The forthright way she said it was completely disconcerting.
She smiled, "Of course, why else would I be here."
"For what exactly?"
"To bond with." Adrielle told him succinctly.
"Bond?"
"I believe here you call it marriage but where I'm from it is known as bonding. If you prove acceptable then I will become your mate."
