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She wanted to punch him or growl in frustration. Instead, she crossed her arms and said, “Fine, but you’re buying.”

“I wouldn’t dream of anything less,” he said with a smirk.

On the way, her email and text message alerts sounded in quick succession.

“Fuck,” she blurted as she read her screen.

“What’s wrong?” he asked as he drove away from the strip.

“My tournament just got canceled. Something about a malfunctioning sprinkler system,” she said as she scanned the email.

His hand rested on her knee, and she stiffened. “Anything I can do?” he asked in a soft voice.

She relaxed and looked in his direction. “I’m not sure what there is to do. It was a committee decision. I doubt they could move it this close to the day of the event. It takes a lot to put on an official sanctioned tournament. They’re refunding our buy-ins and they’ll reschedule in a few weeks.

He nodded. “OK. Our bet still on?”

She grinned and shook her head. “I don’t see why not. Though it seems like you have the upper hand now.”

He quirked an eyebrow up at her as he changed lanes. “How’s that?”

“I don’t have to focus on being tournament ready now. I’ll let my guard down.”

He hummed and patted her knee again. “You were always going to lose, so don’t feel too bad.”

Rylee folded her arms against her chest and gave him a scowl.

Cocky bastard.

They pulled into the valet parking lane of a resort that had some of the most high-end shops on the strip. Rylee could never see herself spending money there even if she won millions at the poker table.

“I would have been fine with something from the mall,” she said a few minutes later when they were walking down a long corridor filled with expensive stores.

“Malls are terrible. I’m barely OK with this place. If we had time, I would hire a personal shopper to bring us some things.”

“Us?” she questioned as they stopped in front of a store.

He didn’t say anything, just steered her through the door by the elbow.

“You can’t seriously think you’re coming in with me,” she said as they crossed the threshold.

“Ace, if I’m buying, I’m definitely coming in with you.”

She pulled her arm away from his touch and made a beeline for an expensive looking dress. As she browsed, Memphis stepped away and whispered to an employee. A few seconds later, he stepped to her side and pulled her away from the dress she’d been looking at. It wasn’t her style. In fact, it was something she expected one might wear to a funeral or church. Definitely not a kink party. Which is exactly why she’d headed straight for it.

“That won’t do. Come on, Melanie is going to help us with what we’re looking for.”

“And how do you know what I’m looking for?” she asked as a thin woman in a black skirt and silk blouse met them near the register.

“Miss Colton, I’m told you’re looking for a new outfit for a… special event.”

Had that bastard told her what they were shopping for? She was definitely never sleeping with him now.

She cleared her throat. “Yes, please. I’d like to really knock his socks off if you know what I mean.” Maybe she had no plans of sleeping with him, but she could damn sure spend his money and be a tease as payback for all his cocky behavior.

Chapter 4

MemphiswatchedRyleemoveabout the party in what was now technically his villa. Hunter’s team was still running the show, though, and he wouldn’t have the run of the place until tomorrow.

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