Jenna started her night shift at the bar. The typical old Bikers were loud and vulgar, and even more so when they were drunk. All except this one guy, he had been coming for a few weeks now but always keeps to himself, like a lone wolf. He always sits in the same place, at the end of the bar, and orders Jack and Coke, in his gruff, deep voice.

When an old pervert tried to assault Jenna, the mysterious lone wolf came to her rescue, throwing punches to anyone who would dare to go near her. As Jenna dug deeper and deeper into his mystery, the more her body craved for him. He was a real man, and he was what she desperately needed. She was warned to stay away from bad boys, but this was one bad boy she couldn't resist.