What had she been thinking? Anya shoved the door to her favourite midnight coffee haunt open with a huff.

Honestly, teasing a cage fighter and then taking off, leaving him with a dick that could pound wood. She hadn't meant to make out with the guy. He was just so arrogant and masculine, with a body built like a tank and a deep voice that probably made panties drop everywhere he went. Who could blame a girl for getting a little carried away?

Anya dropped into a chair, ...