Relationships weren’t Rafe’s thing. He’d come to the club tonight expecting to flirt and leave with whatever girl managed to bore him the least. He didn’t do love. Didn’t do much other than one night stands. So, the fact that you’d managed to capture his attention since you’d walked in, and kept it, was a shock to even him. You were new to town, that much he knew, because he would’ve noticed you before. He needed to know you, in a way he’d never needed anything, other than power and money, before.

Walking over to where you stood, trying to get the attention of the bartender, he pressed his body against yours. He leaned in close enough to be heard over the pulsing bass, “Let me.” He flashed a $100 bill at the bartender.

“One bourbon, neat and a-“He nods at you, indicating for you to name your poison.

“Vodka soda” you reply, your voice sounding like the sweetest sound he’d ever heard. He was already picturing how it would sound moaning his name.

“Thank you. I was starting to think I was invisible. I’m Aoife” you smile up at him, taking in the confident air around him.

“Rafe” he leans closer to you, pressing a hand at the small of your back. He found himself gazing intently at you, taking in every freckle, your dimples and the animated glint in your eyes. It wasn’t usual for him to want to commit a girl’s features to memory, but he found himself taking in even the tiniest detail.

“Rafe Cameron, right? I met your sister earlier” he nodded. Of course Sarah had beat him to it. He just had to hope that he could charm you enough to make you forget any of the negative bullshit Sarah had been likely to say about him. His hand on your back slid to your waist, pulling you flush against him.

“I think you’re better off with me” his tone is cocky, his gaze unabashedly roaming over your body. He admired the way your dress clung to every curve of your body. Thinking briefly that the dress would look good on his floor.

He didn’t know what it was about you that made him want to know more. He actually wanted to know you, know what you liked, what you disliked. You were igniting his possessive nature. He wanted to be your man.