Page 18 of Risky Bet

He hummed. “I see your first lesson will need to be in paying attention when I speak to you.”

“Sorry. I’m listening. I promise.”

He narrowed his gaze and leaned back in his chair before speaking again. “I was saying, I’ve got a bit of paperwork I need you to sign. An NDA, that sort of thing. And I’ll need some basic bank information so I can transfer your money when the time comes. It’s just better to have it all now. It can take time to move that kind of money.”

Rylee nodded and sat down in front of the folder he’d slid to her.

“What’s the NDA about?” she asked as she skimmed the first few pages of the paperwork.

“Our lifestyle is still not socially acceptable. And if it got out that we are engaging in BDSM because we bet on it in high stakes poker? That would look even worse. I would appreciate it being kept quiet. This binds both of us to secrecy.”

Rylee squirmed. “I… I might have called my best friend. I didn’t tell her your name, or anything just gave her the broad details. She’s in the lifestyle too.”

Memphis didn’t seem upset much to her relief. “That’s fine, Ace. I would appreciate getting her to sign an NDA too, but that’s not required.”

Rylee nodded. “She’s thinking of visiting Vegas next weekend. I can ask her then.”

Memphis nodded. “OK. We can—” The phone vibrating against the desk cut him off and he picked it up. “Excuse me.”

He pressed the phone to his ear. “Jeremy. Do you have it?”

He waited a moment, then put his hand over the phone. “Thanks, Rylee. You can go now. I’ll be done with work in just a little while.”

Rylee stood and gave him a little wave. Unsure of what else to do with her day, she went back to her room to take a nap and maybe call her mom again.

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Memphis climbed the stairs, intent on taking Rylee to bed after a long day. His house arrest started tomorrow. So far, he’d managed to keep that little part of this from Rylee, but he wasn’t sure how long that would last. He’d spent the day getting his affairs in order so he could work from home and arranging a wedding ceremony on the property next week.

He paused outside Rylee’s door when he heard her voice raised.

“Mom. I can’t help that my tournament got rescheduled. I’m staying here until it’s over. That’s the most financially responsible thing I can do. If I’m here, I can play in smaller tournaments and keep my game sharp. Maybe I’ll earn enough to get you out of your mess before the tournament.”

He frowned. Was her family in some kind of financial trouble?

She sighed. “I know the mess you’re in isn’t entirely your fault, but we’re not having this argument again. I’m staying and that’s final. I’ll call you when I can.”

He pushed the door open, and she jumped, whirling to face him.

“Hang up the phone,” he said, knowing that’s what she was doing, anyway.

She sucked in a breath but dropped the phone on the bed.

“Do you need money?” he asked as he crossed the room and put his hands on her hips.

She shook her head. “I’m fine. Don’t worry about it.”

He wrinkled his forehead. “I’m not satisfied with that answer, but I’ll let it go for now. But only because I’m ready to bury my cock in you and talk about the rules.”

“Rules?”

He nodded. “Did you think we were going to do this without some kind of rules negotiation?”

She gave him a sheepish look. “I honestly wasn’t sure what to expect.”

He pulled her closer until his hand rested on the small of her back and she was pressed against him. “Right now, you can expect me to fuck you until we’re both exhausted, and then we’ll have dinner and negotiate.”

She swallowed but nodded.

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