He had never seen anything more beautiful in his life.
There she was. Sitting at the bar.
From across the room, he took her in. She had on white converse, ripped jeans, and a long-sleeve black t-shirt that hugged her curves in just the right way. Her thick, long black hair fell down her back in perfect waves, ending at her lower back. As she turned around, she saw him. She smiled, her crimson red lips showing off a set of perfect teeth.
"Jesus, she's a goddess," Jake thought to himself.
He picked his drink up and began walking toward her. He already knew exactly what he was going to say to her.
"It's just a workplace crush," he reminded himself.
It didn't help his case that his workplace crush was one of the most beautiful women he had ever laid eyes on. God, that tanned skin turned him on.
Finally reaching her at the bar, he set his drink down and cleared his throat.
"I didn't expect to see you here Ms. Rice."
"You can just call me Roya. You don't have to be so formal all the time, you uptight suit," She quipped.
This made him smirk.
"Is that all I am to you? an uptight suit who visits you in the lab every once in a while to beg you rush my results?" He asked flirtingly.
She smirked. "All I am to you is a forensics tech who you bribe with bear claws to get your results bumped to the top of the list."
He chuckled.
"Hey, it works doesn't it?"
"Guilty as charged." She smiled back.
"So Roya, what in the world are you doing in this shitty dive bar all by yourself? Don't you know that every man in here is looking at you like they want to eat you for dinner?"
"This place has the cheapest whiskey and the best pool. And they wouldn't dare look at me that way," She replied.
"And why would that be?" He raised an eyebrow, pretending that he didn't already know the answer.
"Because I'm sitting here talking to the scariest looking Agent in the city," She flirted back.
"You really think I'm that scary?" Jake leaned against the bar and parted his lips into a smile.
"Well, who the hell wears a suit and a tie to a shithole like this?"
"Touché. But what's going to happen to you when the agent decides to leave?"
"Oh, I guess I'll have to fend for myself. Unless the agent decides that it's too dangerous to leave me alone?" she answered, begging him to stay.
"I guess he could," Jake replied, knowing that he had her hooked.
She flashed him a smile that nearly made his heart stop in his chest. Jake wondered what he did in his life to deserve this moment with the woman he had been wanting for nearly a year. He knew that he had no business seducing her. He knew he was about 10 years too old for her.
Suddenly she swiveled her barstool around and hopped off.
"Let's play a game of pool," she demanded.
"Alright," Jake replied. But she was already setting up the table before he even got the word out of his mouth.
"You want to go first?" She asked.
"'Ladies first," Jake answered, gesturing towards the table.
She flashed that heart-stopping smile at him. The cue she was using was nearly her size. She broke the setup sloppily, slightly stumbling while giggling.
"I always forget how bad I am at this when I drink," she laughed.
"I'm sure you're not that bad," Jake quipped back.
He quickly found out that she really was that bad. He closed the gap between them in what seemed like one smooth step.
"The trick is to keep both eyes open when you aim. I'll show you," he said in a hushed tone. Slipping behind her he reached his arms around and positioned her hands on the cue. She relaxed into his hard chest. "Now draw back and release" he whispered into her ear. The ball slipped right into the pocket.
