Page 35 of Risky Bet

He wagged his eyebrows. “Shower sounds great.”

She glared in his direction. “Look, your hot sweaty ass is already turning me on. Stop with the jokes. I’m not ready to forgive you yet.”

He held up a hand in surrender. “I apologize. I’ll meet you in the dining room in an hour. Order dinner. You pick.”

Before he could turn to walk out, she took him by surprise by grabbing his hand and pulling him to her. He went to her willingly.

She stood on her tiptoes and wrapped her arms around his neck. Her lips met his in a crushing kiss. He slid a hand into her hair and fought the urge to take control of the kiss. What he didn’t do was hold back on returning her attention. He devoured her mouth as much as she would let him.

When she pulled away, her gaze was stony.

“What was that for?” he asked, genuinely curious.

“I wanted one last kiss in case I don’t like what I hear at the table.”

Without another word, she turned and walked out. He stared after her and prayed he could convince her to kiss him again. Hell, he wanted her to spend the rest of her life kissing him.

When she disappeared from view, he grabbed a bottle of water from the small fridge in the gym and walked inside. He walked slowly to give her time to get upstairs before he made his way to his own shower to rinse off and change clothes.

An hour later, he came downstairs when he heard a commotion at the front door. A pizza delivery driver stood dumbfounded as two officers pushed their way past him and Rylee into the house.

“Rylee take the pizza into the kitchen. I’ll pay the driver,” he said, taking charge of the situation. “It’s just a random search which they’re allowed to do.”

She nodded and took the pizza boxes from the driver.

The officers waited for him to pay the driver and send him on his way before one pulled out a Breathalyzer. “Blow into this please, Mr. Foster.”

He rolled his eyes but blew.

“Very good, sir. We’re searching the property for contraband. Is there anything we should know?”

He shook his head. “I was just about to have dinner with my partner.”

They nodded and made a show of looking around. But the villa was massive, and he knew they wouldn’t search the entire thing.

When they were gone, he stood with his head pressed against the front door. He wasn’t sure how the hell he was going to explain all of this to Rylee, but he knew if he wanted to keep her here, he had to figure it out.

In the dining room, Rylee sat at the table with her head resting on the pizza boxes.

“I’m sorry about that,” he murmured.

“Did they go through my things?” she asked.

He shook his head. “I don’t think they opened that door. They’re more interested in me.”

“But they could have, right? That’s what the paperwork I signed would have said?”

He gave a hesitant nod.

“Can you see how fucked up this is?”

Another nod.

“Are you going to say anything?”

He pulled out the dining room chair at the head of the table closest to where she sat and motioned for her to slide the pizza his way.

He opened the box and pulled out a slice of supreme.

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