Full summary: Edgar Hansen is a party animal. He works hard and plays harder…especially when it comes to women. He has his rules though and the ultimate rule: no commitments, one night stands only. But then his older brother hires a female to take over when a crew member retires and Edgar is forced to face his greatest fear: falling in love.

Disclaimer: This story depicts Edgar Hansen in a way he is NOT like in real life…this is pure fiction and none of this ever occurred. I own no one except for my OC (sadly lol). This story was inspired by a song called "Break Your Heart" by Taio Cruz (I also do not own him, his music, lyrics, ect).

Also for those reading my other story (Greenhorns and Rivals: Weathered) no worries, I haven't abandoned the story, I just had an idea that popped in my head and I wanted to get it written down and formatted before I update the other story. I will be writing both at the same time and plan to update Greenhorns and Rivals: Weathered either this weekend or beginning of next week.

No Girls Allowed

Break Your Heart – song by Taio Cruz

Now listen to me baby,

Before I love and leave you,

They call me heart breaker,

I don't wanna deceive you,

If you fall for me,

I'm not easy to please,

I might tear you apart,

Told you from the start,

Baby from the start,

I'm only gonna break break ya break break ya heart…

The music pulsed loudly in the crowded bar near the harbor. Flashing lights and swaying bodies moved with the beat as the night went on. Edgar Hansen eyed a young blonde girl from a distance. His eyes traveled over her slender body, noting the well rounded hips and perfectly curved frame. He smiled confidently as he strode across the room and approached the girl.

"Hey there," he said coolly as he rested a hand on her hip.

The girl looked up and blinked in surprise. She smiled shyly as she tucked a strand of bleach-blonde hair behind her ear and watched Edgar with interest and a touch of lust in her blue eyes.

"Care to dance?" he crooned as he led her out to the dance floor.

Edgar and the girl moved to the music, grinding and swaying until they both felt as if they were going to pass out from exhaustion. Edgar gave the girl an intense stare as he leaned down to kiss her.

"My place?"

The girl nodded, breathless as Edgar pulled away. He smiled in victory as he grabbed her hand and led her out of the crowded bar and into the cold night air.

…

"Dude, you didn't even get her name?" asked Matt in disbelief as he and Edgar worked on repairing some old pots on shore.

"Nope…didn't matter," said Edgar as he shot Matt an overly-confident smirk, "As long as she made it to bed with me that's all I cared about."

Matt rolled his eyes, "Are you ever gonna settle down and stop fooling around? I mean I know I'm not one to talk but I'm sure as hell glad I settled down with Angela. She's the best thing that's ever happened to me."

Edgar grimaced and pretended to gag, "Hell no…the relationship thing isn't for me. Too much emotional crap and you always end up getting hurt or not getting what you want. I'd rather just meet the girl, dance for a while, throw back a few drinks, then hit the sack. Then the next morning you go your separate ways, no ties, no commitments, no mess, the end."

"That's a sad life, dude," muttered Matt, "You don't know what you're missing out on."

"Yeah, whatever. Come on Matt, you know me better than that. You know I'm not the relationship kind of guy."

Matt sighed in resignation as he finished tying up a hole in one of the pots, "Yeah I know…you never like to spend more than twenty-four hours with a female. In and out, wham bam thank you mam."

"Exactly," said Edgar with a smirk, "Even if you aren't sleeping with the chic it's never a good idea to be around one for more than a day. The emotional crap starts whether you realize it or not then you're hooked…and eventually screwed, and not in a good way either."

"Well then you're really gonna hate this," muttered Matt.

Edgar stopped working and gave Matt a questioning look, "What's that?"

"Well since Nick retired Sig hired a new deckhand."

"Yeah, so? That's what you do when someone leaves you hire someone else."

"He hired a female."

Edgar froze. He whirled around to face Matt, shock and horror on his face.

"He hired a WHAT!"

"A female," said Matt, flinching slightly under Edgar's infuriated glare, "To be the new greenhorn."

A string of cursing followed Matt's reply as Edgar started kicking and beating the already-broken pot in front of him.

"What the hell! I have to train a freakin' girl! No way in hell, man! I ain't doin' it!"

"Take it up with the boss…I didn't hire her," said Matt as he continued working on his pot.

"You bet your ass I will," muttered Edgar as he paced back and forth, his hands on his hips.

He couldn't believe his older brother would do this to him. Sig knew his rules about girls and this violated a major rule: never hang out with a female for more than twenty-four hours in order to avoid any sort of emotional attachment or feelings of responsibility. And here Sig was, hiring a girl to work on the boat for an entire king crab season.

As Edgar stormed down the docks in the direction of the Northwestern, he couldn't shake the feeling that this season was going to be like hell for him…

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