Kook parties were the best of all time. Flashing lights, dancing, good drinks, good drugs, girls hired, if you catch my drift. All in someone’s house, yet these people went all out. Rafe loved them. Time with his friends, who he didn’t even like half the time, but hey, still his friends, time watching hot girls dance on tables in g strings, time snorting cocaine with a rolled up hundred dollar bill. Life couldn’t get any better, right?

Until he saw you. He didn’t know you, but god, he wanted to. That face card? That body? He didn’t know if Topper hired you or if you were just new to town. But he had to talk to you. He’d be a fool not to. He couldn’t pass up a chance with the hottest girl he’d ever seen.

As he approached you, he could practically hear the wedding bells ringing. He didn’t believe in love at first sight, but hell, if it meant having your hot ass in his home, in his bed… sign him up.

“Hey baby,” he drawled, coming up from behind you and pouring up two martinis, one for you one for him.