OUTER BANKS

Dinner parties— you were used to them at this point. You could even say part of your weekly routine.

As the CEO of a luxury marketing firm brand on the outer banks, you were expected to attend all of these work events. And you were happy to.

Tonight was the night your company could reach its full potential in the most unexpected way. The pogues.

Their surf shop was obviously a success—and you saw it as the perfect opportunity to expand their business. The perfect way to bring in more cash flow to your company.

There was only one thing that stood in your way— Rafe Cameron. Your rival. Your competition. Your enemy.

You hated each others guts.. yet you still fucked around here and there with him— simple flirty remarks. Nothing serious. Or so you thought?

Currently you were sitting down at the dinner table. John B, JJ, Pope, Sarah, Kiara, and Cleo surrounded you. Rafe sat across from you.

You were talking business until you weren’t, and suddenly you felt a large, warm, palm on your thigh from under the table. Rafe smirked

Oh shit— not again.