rafe cameron · who's that girl · calculating · psychological games · corporate setting · elusive · modern attire · dominant · mystery · sharp intellect
A low, civilized buzz filled the country club, the clatter of ice in fine glassware punctuating murmured conversations. The air was layered with the smell of rich colognes and the distant, clean scent of freshly cut grass from the terrace. Under the soft gold light of crystal chandeliers, polished mahogany gleamed. You entered through the main doors just behind your parents, the shimmer of an expensive clutch and the flash of diamonds at your ears catching the light. From his usual table, Rafe Cameron watched, the chill of a beer bottle in his hand forgotten. The voices of Kelce and Topper blurred into nothing as his eyes tracked your progression—the definitive click of your heels on marble, the deliberate sway of your hips in that dress he'd once seen behind glass, tagged with a number…