Page 3 of Jolt's Vengeance

Her eyes sparkle with mischief as she downs her shot.

"You have no idea," I reply, matching her move and feeling the burn of whiskey slide down my throat.

It's a familiar sensation, but nothing compared to the heat building between us.

She leans in closer, her breath warm against my ear. "So, does this cocky bastard have a name?"

I turn to face her, our noses almost touching.

"Jack," I say, drinking in the scent of her perfume. "And what about you, mystery woman?"

Her emerald eyes lock onto mine, intense and unblinking. "You can call me 'A'," she says, her voice low and husky.

Curiosity piques inside me.

"A?" I repeat, raising an eyebrow. "That's not exactly common. What's the story there?"

She picks up the last shot, swirling the amber liquid in the glass. "Because, Jack," she says, emphasizing my name, "after tonight, I'll be nothing but a ghost in your mind."

Her words hit me like a punch to the gut, sending a jolt of electricity straight to my groin.

This is exactly the kind of woman I've been looking for—no strings, no complications, just pure, unadulterated fun.

I lean against the bar, trying to appear casual despite the electricity crackling between us.

"So, 'A', what brings you to this fine establishment on a night like tonight?"

She laughs, a sound that's both melodic and slightly mocking. "Oh, you know, just looking for a bit of trouble. And you?"

"Same," I say with a smirk. "Seems like we might have similar goals."

We fall into easy conversation, dancing around topics without ever delving too deep.

She's good at this game, revealing just enough to keep me intrigued but never anything substantial.

I find myself leaning in, drawn to her like a moth to a flame.

"You from around here?" I ask, genuinely curious about her accent.

"Oh, here and there," she says with a wave of her hand. "What about you, Jack? You seem like a local boy."

I shrug, not wanting to give too much away either. "I get by. Know the city well enough."

She nods, her eyes scanning the bar. "It's quite a place, isn't it? All these lost souls looking for a connection."

I'm about to respond when I notice her attention shift.

She's no longer looking at me, but past me, toward the exit.

Before I can process what's happening, she's slipping off her barstool.

"Well, Jack, it's been a pleasure," she says, already moving away.

I blink, caught off guard by the sudden shift. "Wait, where are you going?"

She's already halfway to the door when I catch up to her.

"Hey," I say, grabbing her arm gently. "Where the hell are you going? Why'd you tease me like that all night?"

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