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“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 didn’t know 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?
Finally, she heard his door open, and he appeared at the top of the stairs. She nearly swallowed her tongue. He’d changed out of the suit he’d been wearing and now wore tight dark jeans and a t-shirt that stretched across his broad muscles. “Jesus Christ,” she muttered as she watched him walk down the stairs. He greeted Kimberly, but he only had eyes for Rylee.
When he reached her, he pulled her in for a kiss and murmured in her ear, “I can practically feel you undressing me, Ace. Do I need to make excuses for us to disappear?”
She giggled against him. “Maybe later. I’m starving.”
He chuckled and turned his attention to the other women. “I hope you’re OK with my dinner selection.”
Kimberly nodded. “I’ve always enjoyed Chef Carlyle’s food.”
Carla just stared at the spread on the table. “It looks amazing. Can’t wait to try it,” she said, a touch of her southern drawl coming through. It was a sign that she was well on her way to being tipsy.
The foursome sat at the dining room table, and drank wine, and ate delicious food while talking about everything but Andrew and the criminal activity that landed everyone where they were. They talked about poker, life in Vegas, and whether Rylee would move back to Arizona now that she was with Memphis.
Rylee shifted uncomfortably when the topic came up.
“What is it, Ace?” Memphis asked, sliding his hand along her knee while they ate.
“I left home for a reason, and I always swore I would never live there again.”
Memphis nodded. “Good thing you own a house in Vegas. I have offices here. There’s nothing stopping us from staying.”
Rylee blew out a breath. “Thank God. I was worried that it would be a fight.”
“I’m curious about all the reasons you left home, but I’ve been in Phoenix long enough. It’s good to change things up sometimes.”
Rylee nodded and stabbed at a bite of food. Later, Carla and Kimberly tried to convince Rylee to take shots, but she shook her head. “Wine is enough for me.”
The two intoxicated women giggled and made pouty faces at her, and Memphis wrapped his arms around her.
“Actually, I was thinking of stealing Rylee from you for a little while. You have free rein down here. Just stay away from the upstairs if you don’t want to hear Rylee screaming.
Carla made a fake gagging noise but hooked arms with Kimberly, and the two made their way to the living room. Memphis turned Rylee in his arms and said, “I’ve got one more short call to make. You have ten minutes to be naked and kneeling the way you were supposed to be when I got home today.”
Rylee nodded, and Memphis fisted a hand into her hair.
“Try again, sub.”
She sucked in a breath as her pussy clenched and her nipples pebbled beneath her shirt. His gaze bored into her.
