**Chapter 1: Sparks in the Dive**
Mia pushed through the creaky door of the Rusty Anchor, a dive bar tucked in the underbelly of the city, her tailored blazer a stark contrast to the gritty ambiance. The weight of a brutal day at the law firm clung to her like a second skin—depositions, deadlines, and dickhead partners. She needed a drink, something to burn away the stress. Her pale skin flushed from the humid night air, and her sharp green eyes scanned the room, landing on a man at the bar who seemed carved from the city itself—rugged, raw, and unapologetic.
Jake. She didn’t know his name yet, but she felt the pull. He was a construction worker, judging by the dust on his boots and the hard lines of muscle under his worn tee. His dark skin gleamed under the dim lights, and as he turned, catching her stare, a slow, predatory smirk curled his lips. Mia’s breath hitched. She noticed the bulge straining against his jeans, a silent promise of something primal. He didn’t look away, his gaze raking over her, lingering on the curve of her tight ass hugged by her pencil skirt.
“Lost, princess?” His voice was gravel and honey, cutting through the bar’s clamor as she approached, her heels clicking with purpose.
Mia arched a brow, sliding onto the stool beside him, her posture all business but her eyes betraying a flicker of heat. “Hardly. I’m exactly where I want to be. And I’m no princess—call me counsel, if you must.”
He chuckled, deep and rough, leaning closer. The scent of sweat and sawdust clung to him, intoxicating. “Counsel, huh? You look like you’re here to negotiate somethin’ other than a contract.”
She smirked, sipping the whiskey she’d ordered, the burn matching the fire in her veins. “And you look like you’re packing more than just tools in that belt. Care to plead your case?”
Jake’s eyes darkened, his hand brushing hers on the bar, a deliberate graze that sent a jolt straight to her core. “Oh, I got plenty to say, but I’m better at showin’. Question is, can you handle the evidence?”
Mia’s lips parted, a challenge flashing in her gaze. “Try me. I don’t break easy.”
The air between them crackled, charged with unspoken promises. Within minutes, the banter turned to tension, and Jake nodded toward the back of the bar, where a dimly lit hallway led to the bathroom. “Let’s take this somewhere private, counsel. Unless you’re all talk.”
She stood, her heart pounding but her stride confident, leading the way. “I’m all action, big guy. Keep up.”
The bathroom door slammed shut behind them, the lock clicking with finality. The space was cramped, grimy, but neither cared. Mia turned, her back against the cold tile, her eyes locked on his. Jake stepped close, his body heat overwhelming, his hard cock pressing against her thigh through the denim. “You sure about this?” he growled, giving her one last out.
Mia’s smile was wicked, her hands already tugging at his belt. “I don’t do second guesses. Now shut up and let me take what I want.”
Their lips crashed together, hungry and fierce, as the world outside faded. Her fingers worked fast, freeing him, and she dropped to her knees, ready to claim every inch of him in the heat of the moment.
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