Sitting at a table by the window, you hung up your phone with a sigh, absentmindedly stirring your iced coffee with your straw. You were screwed. Tomorrow you were expected to be the perfect bridesmaid at your cousin’s wedding. Expected to show up with the perfect date. The date you’d been sure you’d have when you’d ticked off the plus one on your RSVP months ago. You’d had the perfect date months ago- your now ex boyfriend, Nate.

Nate was the kind of guy that seemed like he’d stepped right out of a romance novel. Charming, funny and successful. The complete opposite of you. You were a hot mess. You still had no idea what you were doing with your life. But Nate had seemed like you’d finally gotten something right. You’d checked off that box.

He’d even agreed to still be your date to the wedding after your breakup, because he was just that good of a guy. Until he’d called a few minutes ago and said the new girl he was seeing wasn’t cool with him being your date. And no amount of begging had changed that. So now you were a dateless loser.

“I could be your date to the wedding” a voice from behind you breaks you out of your thoughts and you whip around in your seat.

No way. There was no way he was serious. Because Rafe Cameron wasn’t the kind of guy who swept in to save the day. Hell, he was more the type of guy who would cause trouble and then book it rather than deal with the consequences. He was a bad guy. Always in some kind of trouble, always using his family’s money to get him out of said trouble. The idea that he could be the answer to your problem was laughable.

“I said I could be your wedding date” he repeats, sitting down in the seat across from you, popping a piece of your muffin into his mouth with a smirk.

“You?” You raise your eyebrow, still not sure you’d heard him right. Because what reason would he possibly have to offer this? You didn’t even want to go to the wedding and it was your family. Why would he willingly subject himself to it?

“Yeah, me.” He replies, leaning back in his seat, his tone playful. “I look damn sexy in a tux, princess.” You can’t help but let your eyes roam over his body at his words. He would look damn sexy in a tux. Hell, he’d look even better than Nate. Him in a tux was a sight you wanted to see, even as you told yourself him as your date would only end in disaster.