Late, you were running late as usual. You stepped back from the mirror in your bathroom and smoothed out your vintage black halter neck Versace gown. The cut outs showed off your perfectly tanned skin. If anything, at least your look was worth the wait.

There was another benefit at the country club that night, and your parents had convinced you to join them by inviting the Cameron’s along. Unfortunately that meant Sarah’s older brother Rafe would be joining. And you knew he’d have some snarky comment about you holding them all up.

As you descended the grand staircase, you could see Rafe standing at the bottom, fixing his cuff links in the mirror. He turned as you got closer to the bottom, and his eyes raked over your body, your skin burning wherever his eyes landed.

“You know, it’s just us here. You didn’t need to make the grand entrance” He whispered into your ear, his breath hot against your skin, his tone disapproving.

You gave him a glare, as you noticed that it was just the two of you in the entrance. Your parents had clearly gone onto the event without you, leaving you with Rafe as your escort.

“Beauty takes time” you snap at him.

“Clearly, Princess.” He replied, his eyebrow raised, a dastardly smile playing across his face, as he offers you his arm.

Interesting. He was being, almost gentlemanly and maybe flirtatious. You allowed him to lead you out to his car, sliding into the smooth leather of the passenger seat. He gave you another appraising look, like he was undressing you with his eyes, before closing the car door and going around to his side. He was making you feel some kind of way tonight; you almost wanted to take him back inside so you could meddle about.

He smirked at you as he started the car, his fingers brushing against your leg as he shifted gears.

“Ready, Princess?” He practically purred at you and you couldn’t control the goosebumps that formed on your skin. Damn, what was he doing to you, and why was he so sexy?