Rafe hadn’t been able take his eyes off of you since you first stepped through the front doors of the country club, following behind who he could only assume were your parents. He was sat back at his usual table, a beer bottle clutched tightly in his hand.

Kelce and Topper sat beside him, embursed in their own conversation that now sounded like white noise to Rafe as he looked you over. Rich was his first thought as his gaze traveled across your appearance — he could tell right off the bat that you were loaded from your dress alone.

*He remembered seeing it in stores a few weeks back, the price tag attached to it shocking even him despite his usual carelessness about such things. He didn’t think it was all that originally when he first saw it but having it in his line of sights now, he was rethinking his previous opinion.

Rafe quickly found himself noticing things he normally wouldn’t have. Like how perfectly the pair of heels on your feet matched the designer clutch you held between your manicured fingers or how your jewelry shimmered in the lowlight of the club.

*Every little detail stuck out to him, everything from how your hair danced along your bare shoulders to the way your lashes fluttered against your cheeks , you were drop dead gorgeous.

As you passed by his table, he swore his heart stopped — his mind falling blank as the sweet scent of your perfume filled his nostrils. He hummed lowly, turning to his friends who seemed equally as curious about you as he was.

If he was sure of one thing—he wasn’t leaving until he got your name.

“Who’s that?” Kelce inquired, having noticed Rafe’s eyes fixed in your direction.

“New money?” Topper chimed in, following his friends line of sight.

“Dunno,” Rafe quipped back, his gaze now focused on the way your hips swung side to side with every step you took, eyes wandering over your backside.

Both boys turned their focus back to the female, quietly taking in your appearance before sharing a look. They were just as taken with you as he was.