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"When do you need to go back to Arizona?" she asked when he finished his calls.

"I should really leave tonight, but I'll wait until morning."

She nodded. "OK. I hate that."

Her phone buzzed, and she pulled it out. Sure enough, it was an email letting her know the poker tournament was back on and would begin in two days. It would be a smaller tournament because some had to pull out due to the cancellation of the original date. Hopefully, that would work in Rylee's favor. Of course, Memphis assured her she didn't need to worry about money, but she would still play poker. It was her first love. And she wanted to be the best on the circuit someday.

The thought of Memphis joining her for high profile tournaments, using him as arm candy, sent a little thrill through her. He might own her, but that wasn't going to stop her from objectifying the fuck out of him whenever she got the chance. Memphis Foster was a perfect specimen of a human being and should be admired by as many people as possible.

“What’s that look for?” he asked as he wrapped his arms around her.

She shook her head. “Just thinking about how delicious you look. It should be a crime, really.” She winced when the words were out of her mouth.

“Sorry. Probably shouldn’t be calling you a criminal right now.”

He chuckled and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “It’s OK now that we’re pretty sure I’m not going to jail any time soon.”

She started to ask what he meant by pretty sure when Carla came in.

“OK you two. I know you’re all swoony and madly in love, but it’s rude to just leave me sitting out there all alone.”

Memphis grinned and gave Rylee’s ass a squeeze.

“I apologize for monopolizing her time, Carla. You can have her back now.”

“Gee, thanks,” Rylee said with a smirk. “How much longer until dinner?”

“Kimberly will be here within the hour, and the food should be there shortly after that.”

Carla made a beeline for the wine fridge and pulled out another bottle.

Rylee made a face. “If I’m going to play in two days, I should probably keep the wine to a minimum tonight.”

It was Carla’s turn to make a face. “That is unacceptable. But I guess I’ll let it slide.”

Rylee snorted and leaned against Memphis who kissed the top of her head. “I need to get back to working the phones, lover. I may be out of the woods criminally, but I have a lot of business messes to clean up. I’ll join you for dinner.”

He gave her a hard kiss and turned and left the room, heading for the stairs and his office.

“God, how did you get so damn lucky, woman?” Carla asked as she stared after him. “Does he have a brother? Any friends?”

Rylee frowned. She had no idea if he had siblings. And the only friends she knew of were the ones she met her first day in Vegas.

“You don’t know, do you?” Carla said as she filled her glass and slid the bottle to Rylee.

She shook her head. “I’ve met a few of his friends, but we haven’t talked much about his family.”

Carla hopped up on the barstool and pointed at Rylee’s laptop. “Look him up. I’m sure you can find something about him. He’s a billionaire. There’s bound to be a Forbes profile on him or something.”

Rylee shook her head. “That feels sleazy. I’ll just ask him when we talk.”

Carla shrugged and took a sip of her wine. “Suit yourself.”

Forty-five minutes later, Kimberly arrived along with the food from another high-end Vegas restaurant.

“Thank you so much for letting me come,” Kimberly said as they watched the restaurant staff that accompanied the food unpack it. Rylee found it odd that it was more than just a delivery driver. Kimberly seemed unaffected by it.

“It’s no trouble. You’ve had a rough few days,” Rylee said, eyeing the bottle of wine on the counter. Small talk wasn’t her thing, and she felt uncomfortable in the situation. She glanced at the stairs. What was taking Memphis so long?

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