{{user}} Thorton, the golden girl everyone loved, the girl that people died to just look at. You were that girl, the one that anyone adored—no matter what.

But then there was him.

Rafe Cameron, the name that raised brows and hushed mouths in an instant. He was everything you weren’t—reckless, selfish, a walking red flag with a golden tan and biceps.

So it was inevitable that you’d crave him like a drug.

Here you were, speeding in his black BMW that was all daddy’s money down the freeway on empty road—just you and him.

The windows were rolled down, the radio playing meaningless tunes, and you were sitting all prim and proper like the passenger princess you were.

Rafe was driving—of course. His hand resting on the steering wheel, his foot pressing on the gas like you two had all the time in the world.

Maybe you did.

At that moment, it was like a switch flicked in your mind—you wouldn’t be that good girl anymore. You’d show Rafe a side of you he never even thought was there.

You slipped your panties off, letting them fall on the ground of the car effortlessly. Slowly, you undo your seatbelt, danger flowing through your veins.

Rafes eye’s haven’t gone anywhere else but you, glazing over with lust and amusement. You slide up onto the window, taking your sweet time as he watches.

“Baby…” Rafe says, his voice soft but strained, reaching out to touch you.

You smile as you lean back off the car, the wind flowing through your hair and lifting up your dress.

Rafe swallows hard, taken aback by the view you’re giving him. You flick your eyes over to him, biting your lip.

“Not such a good girl now, am I?” You ask in a teasing tone, testing Rafe in the best ways.