Old Money - Rafe Cameron

Chapter 6

"Go find your friends." Rafe ordered, pushing her by the waist towards the kitchen and he put his phone up to his ear, mouthing to her he'd find her later, and walked away. She stopped in the kitchen for a refill, asking her old boytoy Daniel–who was working the bar–to refill for her. He greeted her with a sultry smile as she handed him her empty cup.

He mixed some vodka with fruit punch for her, filling a whole solo cup of it. The first taste, it only tasted like fruit punch. "How much vodka is in this?" She asked skeptically.

"'Bout two shots." He said, wiping the counter. "Why? Too strong?"

"No. It's not strong enough." She said, taking two or three big sips.

"Trust me, it's strong enough. Go easy." He warned.

She took another sip and marveled over how she couldn't even taste the vodka. "This shit is dangerous." She laughed, backing away to one of the living rooms. She loved kook parties, but the problem with them was that before her relationship with JJ, she had a thing with half of figure eight. Each room she went to she found someone she'd either been on a date with or kissed, and she hated it.

She kept a low profile, backing out of the kitchen, when she bumped into someone.

"Oh, sorry... Hey!" A buttery voice said happily and she turned around to face Josh, the gorgeous, athletic, hunk. He crossed his arms and leaned against the wall flirtily. "We've met before, haven't we?"

"Yes, about an hour ago." She clarified.

He laughed at her, his head falling back and he said, "No, I mean, before tonight. We've met."

She looked at him skeptically, "I was thinking the same thing."

"Hm." He tilted his head to the side. "And yet, I still don't know your name."

"I know..." She laughed and struggled to make eye contact, looking over at the entrance to the room, where she found Rafe, looking for someone, or something, and she quickly asked, "Dance?"

He seemed momentarily shocked, his eyes grew wide and met hers, which were blinking hurriedly with a sense of fear. But she didn't retract her offer, so he obliged and let her take his hand and bring him to the room where the music was pumping the loudest.

Bodies moved all around them, and their two bodies were inches apart, neither of them moving at first. But he stepped an inch closer, taking her hand and letting her spin around. Probably not the best idea considering her notoriously weak stomach.

His hands made their way to her back, holding her close and watching as she wrapped her arms around his neck, their bodies comfortably connecting to the rhythm of the song.

Had they not been surrounded by many other strangers, she would have stopped dancing. It was awkward and lacked chemistry, but hell, bad dancing doesn't lead to bad sex, right?

By the second or third song Audrey could feel his hands going lower than she'd expected them to, and she was ready to pull away when...

"Audrey?" Their awkward moment was fortunately interrupted by an all-too-familiar voice. "What the hell are you doing?"

"What does it look like I'm doing?" She said smartly, spinning around to face Rafe, her backside pressed against Josh and Rafe grimaced. She suddenly felt more feisty with Rafe there, liking the idea of him watching her dance with Josh like this.

"We need to go home, come on." He motioned with his head, and when she gave a puzzled look in response, he replied with, "Sarah went home and asked me to take care of you, so let's go I don't want to ask again."