Nope.

"The weather?" he asked grinning,

Max raised her eyebrows slightly; she didn't expect humor at this time of hour.

"I've seen you around here; you're a hard to forget." He stepped closer, "I just never had the guts to come talk to you, you never seem to be alone."

"You want me alone?" she asked, he could see the lust in his eyes, the way his eyes darted down her body every so often, most people wouldn't have seen it but it was all she could see. The last man who looked at her like that was Sneijder and he had fucked her hard, made her beg her for it until she loved it.

Maybe he would too? Maybe in the bar’s bathroom, he could drag her into one of the stalls, fuck her hard right here and now, shove his thick cock up her butt and make her cry out for it.

The man didn’t respond right away as if he was trying to gauge her, measure her. "Maybe being alone wouldn't be a bad thing?"

Max stepped closer towards him, "and what would we do when we were alone?" She was close enough to smell the light hint of booze on his breath, to hear his heart beating in his chest, to take in his scent. She had been day dreaming about Sneijder all day long and it had left her longing.

"We could-"

"Do you want to fuck me?" Max wanted to touch him right there but held back. "Would you fuck me?" she asked. "Shove that big dick of yours into my little pussy and make me scream."

He blinked rapidly shocked.

"Maybe you could tie me up, hold me down..." Max closed her eyes and just imagined it, her hand touching her own stomach; she could almost feel him inside her, ramming his hard cock in and out of her ass.

"Uh," the man backed up slightly taken aback by Max's upfrontness.

Max eyes narrowed, he wasn't what she wanted. "Whatever," she said flippantly and turned around leaving him speechless.