One Night Stand

 

Bella straightened her clothes and ran her fingers through her hair, trying to look half decent. Slowly, she walked through the door of the pub. Quietly taking a seat in the corner, her eyes raking across the whole room and the people inside. How was she even supposed to go about this?

 

As more time passed and no one approached her, Bella got more doubtful that it would work as easily as she hoped. "I'm never going to have sex," she groaned quietly into her hands. 

 

"I'd think a pretty little thing like you wouldn't have any trouble in that department." Chuckled a deep voice behind her. An accent she'd never heard before. 

 

“Oh, God.” Bella covered her face with her hands. Only gathering enough bravery to peek through her fingers at the man.

 

While she was trying to hide her blush, the stranger moved to sit across the table. A beer bottle in his hand and a smirk on his face. Short but slightly shaggy, deep brown hair, and a strong jawline. Piercing forest green eyes.

 

Slowly, her hands slipped away from her face. He was dazzling; ‘Edward was average at best by comparison.'

 

“I...uh....” Bella stuttered.

 

The man chuckled again, leaning closer to whisper. “I volunteer as tribute.”

 

“Tribute? “I’m sorry, what?” Bella felt like her brain had completely shut down.

 

Reaching across the table, he grabbed Bella’s hand, pulling it towards himself to kiss her knuckles. His lips moved against her hand when he spoke again, sending chills down her spine. “I’m offering to help you with your problem, darling.”