Cameras flashed as you stepped onto the runway. You struck a pose, smiling as you felt the eyes of everyone in the club on you. The nerves you’d been feeling backstage were instantly forgotten. Damn, you could get used to this kind of attention.

You’d initially been reluctant to participate in the charity fashion show when you’d been asked. It had seemed like a boring waste of time, but you should have known it would be a total ego stroke. Hand on your hip you strutted down the runway, your hips swaying with your movements.

let me see your runway walk

You paused at the end of the runway, showing off the dress as you grinned at the camera’s. That’s when you noticed Rafe Cameron seated at one of the tables. His eyes raked over your body like he was mentally undressing you. You raised your eyebrow at him, winking and he responded with a smirk. You tossed your hair and turned, heels clicking as you strutted back up the runway.

damn! What I gotta say to get a piece of that

Backstage was a mess of bodies, everyone feeling exhilarated from the high of the show. You spotted a bottle of champagne being passed around and snatched it, smiling as everyone complimented your walk. You moved through the crowd, taking a seat at your station and pouring yourself a glass of champagne.

The bubbles tickled your nose, and you giggled, looking up from the glass to see Rafe making his way through the crowd. He was so confident and self assured in his movements, people just parted to let him pass through. You were still thinking how incredibly sexy his confidence was when he approached you, leaning down and brushing your hair off of your shoulder.

“You were the sexiest one out there” His eyes are dark, hungry, making every nerve in your body go haywire “I’m taking you out” He phrased it like a fact, like he knew that you’d never think of turning him down.

wherever you want it baby, I’m taking you there