My one night affair

Wyatt Walker, a charismatic CEO of a cutting-edge tech company in Houston Texas stepped into the dimly lit bar, the neon sign outside casting flickering shadows on his perfectly tailored suit. At six-foot-two with broad shoulders, dark hair, and smoldering gray eyes, he drew attention wherever he went. A self-proclaimed Casanova, Wyatt thrived on the thrill of conquest-whether in the boardroom or the bedroom.

"Long day?" the bartender asked as Wyatt took a seat.

"You have no idea," Wyatt replied, loosening his tie. "I run a tech company, and trust me, computers are less complicated than people."

It was then he noticed Riley-a woman with soft curls framing a delicate face and warm brown eyes that seemed to glow even in the bar's low light. She was studying the menu intently, unaware of his gaze. Wyatt couldn't resist.

"Need help ?" he asked, sliding over.

 Riley glanced up, her eyes meeting his. "Actually, yes. Any suggestions?"

"Try the old fashioned," he said, flashing a charming smile. "I'm Wyatt.