Wanted

Jack Larsen is a billionaire playboy trying to outrun a murder charge, and he just walked into my diner. It’s the most exciting thing to happen in this tiny town since forever, so I don’t mind flirting with the incredibly hot, incredibly dangerous fugitive, especially when he looks at me that way.

I’ve followed the details of the case in the news, and it doesn’t look good for Jack. All evidence points to him. Jack killed his father.

He doesn’t know I know who he is, of course. He tells me his name is Pete, and I go along with it. Maybe it’s foolish to be alone with him in the empty diner, late at night, but I always liked to play close to the edge.

The smoking hot man in front of me is full of a darkness I can’t fathom, but I crave a taste.

Just one night with him, that’s all I need, just a moment’s relief from this small town boredom. I willingly give in to his seduction. Soon, his breath is hot against my neck, his hands rough on my skin. It feels so good to have his body pressed against me, the fear and lust making my head spin.

That’s when I mess up.

I open my mouth and say the one word I shouldn’t.

“Jack.”