Raine POV
Drake is unlike any other man I've known. Not only has he purchased the club, but part of me suspects that he's primarily bought it because of me. As we sit there, he flirts with me, and I can't help my body responding to him, my thighs instinctively clenching tightly together, my legs quivering madly as our legs remain close together beneath the table. His eyes are so intense that they feel like they are looking right through me and my heart skips a beat as he continues to speak, his voice gruff and coarse, sending a jolt of arousal to my chest. Damn. This man was way too sexy for his own good. Not only that, but he seemed to be feeling a sense of protectiveness towards me. When he speaks about his future wife and I realize he's describing none other than me, part of me wants t
