Blonde wasn't her type.<br/><br/>And despite Juno (she decided to call her that, despite believing it was untruthful) warning her about the beauty that was her husband, Zafira was still shocked to see just how beautiful the man in front of her was. Beautiful. That was the only way to describe someone like him. Even his voice was thunderous, velvety as if it were smooth chocolate. Zafira dug her fingernails into her palms, composing herself. What the hell?<br/><br/>She reminded herself that the man in front of her was everything that she should stay away from. Especially since he was married. Seeing the pair hug, and Juno's eyes flash with clear desire, Zafira flushed and looked away. She felt she was disrupting something intimate. To distract herself, Zafira filled up the last of the delicious red wine Juno had ordered, sipping it quietly as Juno introduced her to the man.<br/><br/>"Pleasure," Zafira said flatly, looking him right in his eyes and inclining her head in acknowledgement lightly. Even his eyes were far too intense as if there was no one present except the two. Zafira discarded the thought.<br/><br/>Yes, the man was devilishly handsome, but Zafira was no fool. She was also no homewrecker, and she'd be damned before she let herself ever get that title. Her mind went back to the bartender. She wasn't planning on having sex, but with all the sexual energy practically bouncing off the walls in the bar, Zafira felt that she absolutely needed to do something to help her feel like she was suffocating less.