Unplanned Luna

her empty cup. "There's defin

he's not too bad in that category. But the name of the drink, Tangerine Vodka Orange Juice, and the fact that she was dumped by her fiancé two weeks before the wedding, they seemed ve

s glass in front of her. Emily knew she wasn't his type, or anyone else's, in a place with a high percentage of tall, muscular men and women who wore underwear. Pale moonlight is famous not only for its beauty but also for its severity. The frighteningly handsome men and women who owned and operated this club were famous for not allowing fights, unwanted attacks (obviously usually wanted assailants) and illegal translation. In any case, the club is very loyal to the local public. Much of that loyalty involves a back room called "The Den." Emily had heard rumors about what happened in these rooms. Indeed, she had seen enough to confirm the whispers: muscular men leading eager, s

plete agreement. Emily sniffled internally. At least tonight someone will agree, and maybe several

her eyes wander over his body. When she first came here a few months ago and saw him across the bar, she was so embarrassed that she didn't dare look at him, but her first impression was of pure masculinity. He was probably about 6 feet tall. She is quite imposing considering her heig

-fitting shirt. Hmm...judging from the cut of his shirt, his body must be a work of art. It should just ha

he side eye and that's another thing fair moonlight can't stand, pissing off her staff. It happened (duh! Look at them), but when the leggy woman, with messy hair and high heels in a painted dress, they got away with more. Emily is average height, too curvaceous to wear anything tight - well, she could (and she will, thank y

call me Tin

eet the first raised eyebrow

r. Hopefully...almost yes...no, that's his job. She shrugged. "Well, I guess

t that's it, Tink. When they hit

as just left on the altar, nothing more, nothing less. Hold. Surname. Future. "Do you know?" Hot Bartender's eyes sparkled with wa

ily Dawson 's name can be added to the list of de

. She'd been there once, maybe twice, a month since Kaitlyn had found the place, but she was still so afraid of being kicked out that she looked at it as if she were studyi

lyn's tall, thin body slid up and down the Mystery Man, all the while sitting on his knees. The mystery man removed Kaitlyn's long bronze locks. Her hair fell down her back as he placed his hands on her slim h

re these difficulties? Hot bartender is

must know. I was supposed to get married in two weeks and I got dumped two hours ago. So here I am,

of the drink. It was a busy night at the club, but he still hung around like he had all the time in the world. The guy behind the bar, also extremely handsome, has a bad boy image similar to Hot Ba

beat a little faster and it wasn't because of the vodka. T

ade for you,"

-screamed her question out of

inkerbell, you've been following him for months

. This man made her heart skip a beat just by looking at him, made her insides

ly held hands," he said, nodding toward the dance floor. "Your friend got mo

paying a lot of money for this for years. Tangerine vodka fueled her angry words. "What do you know about it? We loved ea

king her shiver. When he got very close, she noticed his scent - very masculine, like he was hanging fresh laund

our lost love? Or have you gone through all the formalities of canceling the wed

wrong" and she "needed to find herself." believed so. Not only did she not want to worry about getting her money back from all the things she had put her own money into, she also didn't want to th

was not used to exceeding the limits of a glass of wine. If she had a particularly bad day at work, like getting into an argument with he

glass of clear liquid and ice that was already

stammered, "I only had

some water." He slid the wat

ado, she picked up the water and sucked on the straw. His eyes darkened as he followed the straw, watching as her lips wrapped aro

ou, Drake. "I'm Emily." She took another sip through her straw. "I'm glad, Emily," he murmured, sta

what happened.'' She sped ahead of her. "I met Tyson on the da

lits from adventure to adventure, visiting the men caugh

after getting dumped, she didn't feel as awfully lonely as when she got drunk alone at

tached to it that I learned to go. Why does tonight need to be different? "Go on. I'll call a cab." Hmm, she hated that idea. What else happened? Would she be the third wheel while Tyson took her for a ride? Or worse, Tyson said: "

e breathed, staring at Drake, "I'm sure I'll do it," she turned to Emi