Donna really was too sweet for the mercenary sex she indulged in, but she needed it. She’d been hoping to find a nice guy who shared her kink to start a relationship with. So far she’d only hooked up with losers in Dallas. Even back in her hometown, she hadn’t found a guy worth driving three hours to visit every week.

When Cal walked in, she’d been a little let down. He was a dork, always had been. A nice dork, but not the tough, sexy, cowboy of her darkest fantasies. Still, he cleaned up well.

Setting his hat on the bar, he ordered a beer. His sandy brown hair appeared freshly cut, enhancing what she’d just noticed were killer cheekbones. She took another sip of her drink. She’d get a buzz and have nice sex with Cal. If she couldn’t have a real cowboy, she could at least tie him down and ride into the sunset.

“Are you going to buy me a drink?” she asked.

He looked at her glass then at her. The dark, deep quality of his eyes reminded her of the heart of a storm. Her pussy jumped. Maybe “nice” sex with him wouldn’t be such a letdown.

He smiled. “I was thinking we could continue this at my place.”

The men she’d been dealing with on her weekend trips waited for her to make the first move, usually much later in the night, after plenty of alcohol. Cal’s take-charge attitude gave her a peek at the high she’d been chasing. She’d hung out with his sister in high school, so she knew his family well. He wasn’t technically a stranger, so she felt even better about going home with him.

She pulled her purse on her shoulder and hopped off the stool. “I’m ready when you are.”