"Hey! That's mine!" Zoe grumbled, making an attempt to reach for the drink, but the bartender was already gone. She sighed heavily as she watched the bartender dump her drink down the sink.

"Is he going to make me another yummy diet drink?" Zoe asked, sounding so damn hopeful that he couldn't help but chuckle.

"I don't think so," he said, still smiling.

She scrunched up her face adorably. "Damn."

"How many of those drinks have you had?" he asked, moving his beer away from Zoe with a heavy sigh as her sneaky little hand tried to steal it.

"I don't know," she said, scrunching up her face adorably in thought, "I lost count after the third one."

"And how long have you been here?" he asked, already having a rough idea.

"About an hour," she said, running her eyes around the bar and looking slightly distraught. "This is taking a lot longer than I thought it would," she confessed, making another half-ass attempt to steal his drink.

"What is?"

"Finding a man to have sex with," she said with a lazy shrug as if her little announcement was no big deal.

For a moment he could only stare at her in wonder. "You really came to a bar to have sex?"

She snorted out a small giggle, rolling her eyes. "No, silly, I wasn't planning on having sex at the bar," she said as if he were crazy. A few seconds later her lips pursed up thoughtfully. "Although I've never had sex in a bar and that does sound kind of fun," she admitted, shocking the hell out of him. Not because she thought having sex in a bar was fun, it was, but the fact that she was speaking to him so bluntly.

"I couldn't help but overhear your dilemma," a man sporting a goatee and a wedding band said as he sauntered up to Zoe. "Maybe I can-"

Trevor leveled a glare on the man that had him stumbling to a halt and practically running away a second later.

Something soft brushed against his shoulder. He looked over in time to see Zoe's little balled up fist sail through the air and land against his shoulder, although he barely felt it he figured telling her that would only come as a challenge to his little tenant.

"Stop doing that!" she hissed, glaring at him.

"Doing what?" he asked, giving the platinum blonde that had been flirting with him from across the room a subtle shake of his head as she started to approach him. Although she was gorgeous and he normally wouldn't mind losing his body in a woman like her for a night he couldn't leave Zoe alone. With her mouth and determination she was going to find herself in a lot of trouble.

"Coming between me and sex," she stated with a sigh. "I have a really good plan and if you'd just go sit over there," she said, leaning closer to him and in the process pressing her large soft breasts against his arm as she pointed around him towards an empty seat at the other end of the bar, "I can get on with it."

He nearly groaned when she pulled her breasts away from him and demanded that she put them back. They had been soft and comforting, damn it! Somehow he forced his thoughts away from her selfish little act of taking them away and focused on the problem at hand, a drunk Zoe.

"You're really determined to do this, aren't you?" he asked, noting the way she scanned the crowd almost desperately.

"Five years, Trevor. Five long years," she said with a pout as she tried, unsuccessfully, to get the bartender's attention. When it became painfully obvious that the bartender wasn't going to serve her, at least not while Trevor was there, Zoe gave up and went back to scanning the crowd, which he had to admit was pretty insulting.

What the hell was wrong with him? he had to wonder when she didn't spare him a glance. He was a fucking Bradford for Christ sake's. Bradford men were known for being studs and this small, normally plain woman, couldn't be bothered with trying to get him into bed when she was clearly desperate for it was really fucking insulting.

"Can you imagine going five years without sex?" Zoe asked, breaking into his thoughts.

He thought it over for a moment. It had been a long time since he had sex, a year? Year and a half? That was pretty bad, but five years? He'd sooner starve to death than go without sex for that long.

Zoe took his grimace as agreement. "Exactly. Now," she said, straightening up in her seat and giving her breasts a slight push up to put them on display that made his mouth go bone dry within seconds, "if you'll excuse me I'm about to rectify that little problem."

He sighed heavily as she stood up, wobbled, and took a step towards the crowd. She didn't make it far before he had his arm around her and was steering her towards the exit sign, resigning himself to put off his own plans for another night so he could play nursemaid to his drunk tenant hell bent on having sex.

"Trevor? Where the hell are you going?" he heard Hank yell over the loud crowd and music, but he just ignored the prick.

He still couldn't believe the man thought he'd be interested in any of those bar bunnies. When he realized his night was shot and he had to look forward to putting up with Hank acting like they were best friends and women who grossed him out hanging all over him he decided to leave and try another bar, but then he spotted her sitting all by herself, looking so damn pretty that he swore his heart actually skipped a beat.

Even across the room he'd been able to tell that she wasn't wearing any makeup, but he hadn't cared. When he realized that she was actually making him drool from across the room he realized that he really needed to haul his ass out of there, but then he spotted the asshole sauntering up to her and he knew that he couldn't leave her to fend for herself.

He really was too damn giving, he thought as he stopped her from pulling away from his side and steered her back towards the door.

"Oh," Zoe said, stumbling by his side. "Are we going to find someone to have sex with me outside?"

Trevor gave her shoulder a patronizing squeeze. "We sure are."

She sighed contently. "Good. Just make sure he likes oral sex, because I really miss doing that for a man," she announced, making him stumble.

* * *

This was going to be a long fucking night, Trevor decided five minutes later after he managed to somehow convince Zoe that if she wanted to have sex that she had to get into his truck.

"Hey, you lied!" Zoe gasped as they pulled out of the parking lot.

"Took you long enough," he mumbled, wondering when she'd be a good little girl and pass out and put him out of his misery. All this talk about Zoe having sex and giving blow jobs was killing him.

"Now I don't feel bad," she said, crossing her arms stubbornly over chest as she did her best to glare at him.

"About what?" he asked absently, not really in the mood for any drunken rambling.

"About lying to you," she said, making his eyebrows arch.

"You lied to me?" he asked stunned, not because she lied to him, well he was, but that she had managed to do it without giving herself away. She was a horrible little liar after all.

"Mmmhmm," she mumbled, already starting to lose interest in him and the conversation as she turned her attention to playing with his radio. He placed his hand over hers and stopped the already annoying channel surfing.

"What did you lie about?" he asked, wondering if she would actually admit to something or if this was just alcohol induced bullshit.

"The book series we're reading. It doesn't have any sex in them until the last book and even then it's only really hinted at," she said, surprising the hell out of him.

"You bitch!" he hissed, but couldn't help but laugh.

"Yeah, I know. It was really fun to screw with your head," she admitted in an offhand tone. "I also lied last week when I said that orange shirt looked good on you when it really looked stupid. Then last month I lied when I said the bakery was already closed when I just really didn't feel like going and I took a long hot bath instead."

"I see....," he murmured, lost in thought. He'd heard of angry drunks, happy drunks, sad drunks, but this was the first time he'd ever encountered an honest drunk. It made him wonder........

"Has it really been five years since you last had sex?" he asked, deciding to test the waters.

She sighed heavily. "Yes, at least five years."

"Were you really going to have sex with a complete stranger?" he asked, not really believing Zoe would do something like that.

"In a heartbeat," she said without any hesitation, further surprising the hell out of him and pissing him right the hell off.

"Are you out of your fucking mind?" he practically bellowed, not even making her flinch in her alcohol induced mellow state. "Do you have any idea how dangerous that is, Zoe? What could have happened to you?"

She frowned at him as she opened her small black purse and pulled out a handful of condoms. "But that's why I brought these," she explained, looking confused. "For protection," she clarified when he only glared at her.

He gripped the steering wheel tightly, trying to fight back the urge to ring her neck or spank her ass. "Zoe, you cannot go around sleeping with strangers. It's dangerous," he said through a clenched jaw, wondering if she'd remember any of this later or if he'd have to have this talk again with her tomorrow when she was sober.

"Weren't you there to have sex with a stranger," she said accusingly.

"That's not the point, Zoe," he gritted out.

"How is it fair that you can go have sex, but I can't?" she demanded, crossing her arms beneath her ample breasts and unintentionally shoving them up until he swore, prayed, that they'd pop out of her blouse.