Mac was trouble; anyone within a forty mile radius knew that. He'd chew you up and spit you out so fast; you'd think you were tobacco. Nobody ever knew where they stood with Mac. Good sides and bad sides made no difference to him, if he felt like fucking you up, he would.
So, when the new girl in town came into the bar swaying her hips and flashing smiles, nobody was surprised to see Mac strutting over to her with danger in every step.
"Hey sweetheart, ya wanna let me take ya home?" the girl politely declined his offer, with the excuse of not knowing him. If you didn't know Mac, you wouldn't have seen the glint of rage that passed over his face. Everyone in the bar was surprised that he didn't drag her out and kill her already.
"The name is Mac; I work in a fuckin' mechanic shop, that enough to get ya home?" She rolled her eyes, a simple action that made every bystanders jaw fall open in shock.
"You don't even know my name, screwboy." Mac's steel blue eyes lit up with excitement, she was a fighter, and he liked that. She turned away from him as the bartender served her drink.
"Your name is Melissa, you like whiskey, and you rode into this shitty town in a hurry. Now, what does that tell us, darlin'?" She didn't even bat an eyelash, it was clear to any onlooker that she was unimpressed, but she chose to entertain him anyways.
"What does it tell us, Mac?" Her tone was slighting, the sarcasm dripped off of every word, and Mac was rock hard just from her voice alone. He leaned in close to her ear so he could whisper into it, she felt his breath tickle her ear and neck, and smelled the alcohol on his lips.
"You're runnin' from somethin'." He smirked against her skin and she felt it, shivers wracked her body, and he spotted goosebumps forming on her arms.
"I… I am." She cursed herself for stuttering and being so affected by his close proximity, she had just met the guy for fucks sake.
"What ya runnin' from, sweetheart?" He wrapped his arms around her waist and tugged her a bit closer. She downed the rest of her drink in one gulp and pushed herself away from him.
"It's nobody important. I should… I have to go." She rushed off as quickly as her feet could carry her, and if she had turned back to have one last look at the man, she would have seen the dark, lustful look he was trying to burn through the back of her head.