The bass line thuds beneath your heels, you throw your hands up in the air and shimmy your hips, losing yourself in the song. You do a spin, your hair whipping around, using the opportunity to sneak a glance at Rafe.

He’s reclined in the VIP booth, Sofia by his side whispering something in his ear. His face looks resigned, but as his gaze flits to the dance floor, you can see a flicker of amusement.

You shoot him a smirk as you feel his eyes on you, bringing your hand to your lips and blowing him a kiss. well played The tip of his tongue touches his bottom lip, as a grin slowly curves his mouth.

You knew that he’d been watching you all night. Even as Sofia clung to his side, his eyes sought you out in the crowd. His blue eyes burned with a possessive and primal desire that you’d seen many times before.

“Princess” his breath was hot against your neck as he pressed his body against your back. His hands shifted down to your hips, keeping you pinned against him.

“Where’s Sofia?” You lean your head back so that you can look into his eyes as you speak.

“She’s fine too. But I want you” He inhaled deeply, breathing in the familiar scent of you. It was a scent that he could never fully forget, lingering in his memories when he was with Sofia. He was a player. That was just a fact. But for you, he felt a desire to change the game. He wanted to see what that would do to him.

He leaned closer, his mouth ghosting over the skin of your neck, causing a familiar warmth to pool between your thighs.

“I’ve been watching you all night, Princess. If you could see the thoughts that are in my head, you wouldn’t be asking where Sofia is. You’d be asking me to take you out of here” he whispered into your ear, his voice low so that only you heard his words. Only you knew the effect that you had on him. A secret just for you.