OK, so she wasn’t from anywhere close to him, so he wasn’t going to see her again. Now that he thought about it, though, he actually had no clue why she was so far from New Mexico, no idea what had happened with her cheating ex, no sense of what she did for a living. Hell, he didn’t even know her last name. None of this was his style, exactly no part of it.
But somehow it was still OK. In fact, it was better this way. Almost ideal.
If he was going to spend precisely one night with his dream woman, then why not make it the ultimate fantasy? Meet a gorgeous woman in a bar, have wild and passionate s*x with her based on nothing more than primal attraction and pure lust, and then go their separate ways in the morning with nothing but amazing memories… Silver had done that a few times in his
