The bar was dimly lit, and the music was just loud enough to drown out the chatter from the surrounding tables. I couldn't help but laugh at the brazenness of the blonde bombshell next to me. She was clearly looking for attention, and I was in the mood to give it."Well, aren't you forward?" I said, a smirk playing on my lips."Only when I see something I like," she replied, her hand moving further up my leg.I leaned back, letting her hand continue its journey. It wasn't every day that someone came on so strong, and I was curious to see how far she would go. As her fingers brushed against the inside of my thigh, I glanced around the room, checking for any familiar faces. The last thing I needed was someone catching me in a compromising position.But tonight, I was in the clear. No one here would dare interfere with Terry Snacker."So, what's your name?" I asked, feigning interest."Does it matter?" she purred, leaning in closer. I could smell her perfume, a mix of vanilla and something floral. It was intoxicating."No, I guess it doesn't," I said, my smirk widening. "But I like to know the names of the women who get on their knees for me."Her eyes widened slightly, but she quickly recovered, her sultry smile returning. "Maybe later. For now, let's just have some fun."I nodded, my mind already racing with possibilities. This girl was bold, and I liked that. But as much as I enjoyed the game, I knew I had to stay focused. There were bigger things at play tonight, and I couldn't afford any distractions.Still, a little fun never hurt anyone, right?As I entertained the blonde's advances, my thoughts drifted to Hannah Walker. She was different from the others. Unyielding, strong, and utterly infuriating. Our encounters had been anything but pleasant, yet there was something about her that I couldn't shake. She challenged me in ways no one else had, and I found myself thinking about her more than I cared to admit.The blonde's hand was now dangerously close to my crotch, and I decided it was time to take control. I grabbed her wrist, stopping her movements. "Why don't we take this somewhere more private?" I suggested, my voice low and commanding.She nodded eagerly, and I stood up, leading her out of the bar and into the night.As we walked, I couldn't help but wonder what Hannah would think if she saw me now. Probably nothing good, I mused. But then again, she never thought anything good about me.And that was exactly how I liked it.