his bar. Jeff finally put down the mug and looked into the light green eyes of the big bear of a man, “It’s been one hell of a week.” He sighed. Brad nodded, “I know what you mean.” At Jeff’s raised eyebrows he shrugged, “My barman ran off with one of the hosts.” “You mean hostess?” Jeff corrected automatically. But Brad shook his head with a wry smile, “Host.” “So why did they feel the need to run off?” “The barman was dating one of my waitresses and she caught them at it.” Jeff shook his head in amusement. One of the reasons he loved coming to the Clover Leaf was the constant drama; there was always something going on. He nodded as Brad excused himself to serve another customer. Turning his gaze around the bar, his eyes caught sight of rich chestnut hair held up into a bun. He felt his manhood stir and was grateful for the slacks he was wearing which disguised how hot and bothered he was beginning to feel. There was something about Lisa Smith that made him react in the most primal manner. It had been that way since the first day he laid eyes on her. “Found your companion yet?” Brad was back and was leaning over the counter with a half-smile on his face. Jeff shrugged, “Not yet.” He never left a bar without a companion for the night; someone to warm his bed and make him forget for a few hours, all that was wrong in his life. Brad nodded towards where Lisa stood smiling at a customer, “Tried her yet?” Jeff chuckled bitterly, “Why would I put myself through that? The woman is as prickly as they come and has permanence stamped all over her.” He deliberately took his eyes off her slender form and focused on a voluptuous blonde who had just made herself comfortable on the stool beside him. She batted her heavy eyelashes at him and he smiled at her in return before turning to Brad, “There are far less painful options.” Brad flashed him one of his rare smiles and shook his head, “Well, sometimes the prickly ones are the tastier ones. Don’t give up yet, today might be your lucky day.” He teased as he moved away to serve a customer. Jeff looked over to where he had last seen Lisa and felt a jolt go through him when he caught her staring at him. So she was not as immune as she liked to act. He filed that fact away as well as the cryptic comment Brad had made and turned his megawatt smile on the blonde who had crossed her legs and was leaning towards him and proceeded to flirt with her. But for some reason, his heart was not in it.
Chapter Two
Lisa watched as Jeff Masterson flirted with the blonde Venus beside him and a mad plan began to formulate in her mind. Her desirability as a woman had taken a direct hit when she’d seen Harry with Shawn. It would have been bad enough if he’d left her for a woman but she couldn’t help thinking if she was so bad in the sack that she’d scared him off women for life. She knew it was silly to think that way, but the pain gnawed at her and she decided that she needed to lay that fear to rest. And who better to aid her than Jeff Masterson, the serial one-night-stand man. She had seen the way he’d looked at her with such heat that she’d immediately felt goose bumps raise on her forearms. There was no doubt she felt a pull towards the man; has felt it the first time she’d seen him close to a year ago when she’d first started working at the Clover Leaf. But she’d been with Harry then and had felt guilty for the way her nipples had hardened whenever Jeff’s hot gaze had glanced over her; and so she’d been nasty to him when he had tried asking her out. Not like she regretted that in anyway, the man was a chronic one-night-stander and his reputation definitely preceded him. According to Sandra who had worked at the Clover Leaf for several years, Jeff Masterson never repeated walked into a bar, picked up a woman for the night and never repeated a night with the same woman. In fact, she was beginning to think