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“So, is it a boy or your mother?”
Rylee wrinkled her brow. “Huh?”
“Why are you calling me? Is it a boy or your mother? Those seem to be the only two reasons you call me anymore.”
Rylee laughed at her ex-roommate’s claim. But she probably wasn’t wrong.
“Sorry. So sorry. I suck. I guess it’s a boy. Though my mom has really gotten herself into a mess too, but we can talk about that later.”
“Oh goody. I love when you talk to me about your love life. It’s been a desert for you lately.”
“Hey, watch it. I haven’t done that bad.”
Carla snorted.
“Do you want me to tell you about this or not?”
Carla laughed. “Sorry. I’m all ears.”
“I got invited to another one of Hunter Novak’s parties.”
The squeal Carla let out had Rylee pulling the phone away from her ear.
“Did you meet a Dom?”
“Something like that. We played a game of poker with a month of my… well… a month of me as the wager. And I fucking lost.”
Carla whistled. “He must really do it for you if you lost a poker game.”
They talked for a few more minutes before Carla said her boss was calling.
“I gotta run, but I’ll come to Vegas next weekend or something.”
Rylee grinned. “I would like that.”
“Bye, girl. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do and if you do, don’t name it after me.”
Rylee laughed at her friend’s ridiculous saying and ended the call. As she was plugging the phone in, a knock at the door startled her.
“Rylee, can you come to my office please,” Memphis said as he opened the door.
She gave a nervous nod, her heart racing at the sight of him. He opened the door wider for her to step past him and into the hall where he settled his hand on the small of her back and led her to another door. Inside, he moved behind his desk and Rylee had to silently tell her body to calm the fuck down. He looked every bit the poised and powerful CEO behind that desk. He’d changed into a three-piece suit after their game, and he wore it well. Jesus.
“Rylee?” Memphis said.
“Shit. Sorry. What did you say?”
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.”
