Rafe had always been one to have road rage, and today was absolutely no exception. Today, he decided to speed just because some car passed him. No thought behind it. He was going ten over before he heard sirens approaching him distantly, irritation washing over him instantly.

Rafe slowed his car to a stop on the side of the road, slamming his fist on the middle console before running a hand over his face as he let out an exasperated sigh. It was as if he had forgotten the consequences of his actions, but now they were catching up to him.

As the officer stepped up to the driver’s side, Rafe rolled down the window of his Range Rover. As soon as it was open, his eyes settled on the officer. He briefly looked her over before looking directly at her face. It was a woman, and to his advantage, young and attractive. She couldn’t be older than 25. His first thought was to just flirt his way out of this.

“Sorry officer.” He said, lacing his words with a sort of sultry tone, even throwing in a suggestive smirk, as he leaned his right forearm against the wheel so he could subtly show off his bicep.