Chapter One

Manny’s Pub

Pissed off does not come close to what Cat Heller was feeling! The asshole who dumped her pissed her off. That she had bought into his bullshit and fallen in love with his big cock pissed her off. The world in general, and men specifically pissed her off. Her anger boiled over. Nothing can help a girl get over something such as that like a muscle car. Her new Hellcat was just the ticket, with its seven hundred plus horsepower, a six-speed manual transmission, and all the technology that went with a car like that. It was midnight blue metal-flake, and she named it “Blue Streak.” The leather interior was soft and plush. She specified no racing stripes for the car when she ordered it, and it made her wet between her legs when she drove it. On its twenty-inch custom wheels, it was very fast!

She wanted a martini in the worst way. Luckily, her favorite bar was around the corner from her townhouse and her best friend forever, Madison, was always ready to go out and party. Madison, or Maddie as she was known was an artist. Her work was very popular in modern art circles as she was quite good.

Cat parked Blue Streak in her garage and walked the short distance to Manny’s Pub. Here she was again, in a bar, alone, and doing what she had to do to get over yet another man. Cat was gorgeous, although in an understated way. Her auburn hair flowed past her shoulders and down her back, to her waist. Her warm, big brown eyes might have been her most notable asset if it were not for her slim figure and sexy body. Even though she usually wore very little makeup, she turned heads wherever she went. As a freelance photographer, she traveled often and had the wherewithal to do it in style. Her main photographic interest was classic/muscle cars and their owners, in exotic settings. She, too was quite good at what she did.

On the day of her college graduation, majoring in journalism and photography, her parents died in a horrible traffic accident on their way to the ceremonies, leaving her three million dollars in life insurance, a well-balanced portfolio of stocks and bonds, and a country estate, which she sold to buy her townhouse in Dallas. At twenty-seven, she wanted to be around people and night life since she was single and alone and still missed her parents terribly. Spending all her time in the country did not appeal to her.

She called Madison and they agreed to meet at Manny’s. It was a nice evening, but “Hell Cat,” was still steaming. She took a seat at the bar and ordered a gin martini, up, with a twist, her go to “get over this asshole” cocktail. Before she finished it, Madison walked in the door and took a seat on the stool next to her.

“That was quick,” Cat said. Maddie had wheels, a nice Camaro, but she preferred to take alternative transportation most of the time. She lived there all her life and knew how best to get around.

“Yeah, I guess so, girlfriend,” Maddie replied. “I was taking a little ride to the mall with Uber and changed my destination. Having a drink with you is much more important. Anyway, we were only a couple of blocks away when you called.” She changed the subject.

“Gin martini, hu