No Player Required
by JoAnn Sky
Series: Biggest Little Love Story, #3
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Publisher: Entangled: Indulgence
Release Date: October 18, 2019
Billionaire casino magnate Rafael “Rafa” Salord is forced to exchange caviar for cowboy boots when he’s sent to “grow up” and run his father’s newly acquired casino in the middle of nowhere downtown Reno. When he crosses paths with feisty Destiny Morson, he starts to wonder if that nonsense about love-at-first-sight might actually be true. Maybe it’s time to trade in his playboy status and bet on something more.
Social worker Destiny Morson has always had good reason for keeping romance at arm’s length. After finding out that her business partner ran off with the community-raised funds from their non-profit, she’s ready to swear off people completely. So when the sexy casino executive seems interested in helping her with her woes, she can’t help but mistrust his motives, no matter how he makes her burn…
From a night out throwing axes to supporting Destiny’s charity, Rafa stops at nothing to win over the gunshy woman he can’t get out of his head. He’s determined to break through her tough exterior, and Destiny slowly lets her guard down. But after a night of passion in his penthouse suite, things at the casino go sideways for both of them, forcing them to decide if the past is enough to prevent them from a future together.
She stepped out of the shower and wrapped herself with a towel. Hopefully, the tea would be brewed and Rafa would be on his way out. Though knowing Rafa, he’d still want to talk about tonight. Thank goodness he’d recognized Aunt Mabel and stepped in. It felt like every time she turned around, Rafa was there, helping…supporting…being—Rafa. She hugged herself in the towel and imagined his strong arms holding her. His soft lips kissing her. She shook her head. Not now. Maybe later. Maybe.
She tiptoed down the hall to her room.
Rafa sat on her bed, leaning against the headboard.
She raised a brow. “Did you get lost? Teapot’s in the kitchen.”
His hands were stacked on his flat belly, and his legs were stretched out, crossed at the ankles. He’d even removed his shoes, leaving them side by side beneath the bed skirt. He looked comfortable, like he belonged.
His gaze moved down the towel to her bare feet and then back up again. A slow, sexy smile curled up the corners of his mouth.
She felt her cheeks heat. Stop it. He’d seen her naked before.
He swung his legs off the bed and toward her. Instinctively, she moved to the other side, keeping the bed between them. Except now both he and the bed were between her and the door. He also blocked the way to the closet, where her clothes were. “What are you doing?”
“Your tea is on the nightstand.” He nodded to the wooden stand a couple feet from her. Interesting how close it was—like he’d planned her moves.
“Thanks.” She lifted the mug and sipped. The hot liquid ran down her throat and pooled in her stomach, kindling a fire. This was too surreal—her in a towel; him, here, being so…casual. She cleared her throat and took another sip.
“We should talk.” His tone was flat.
“Fine.” They’d talk. Just not in the bedroom. “As soon as I change.”
He shifted another step closer to the dresser. Closer to her. “I was thinking I’d get some answers first. Seeing how gambling runs in your blood, we can make a game of it.”
She snorted a laugh, though he wasn’t funny. “You’re joking.”
“No.”
“I want my clothes.” Arrogant asshole.
“You’ll get them,” he said in an arrogant-asshole tone. “After I get my answers.”
She crossed her arms over her chest, taking a perverse pleasure in the way the movement made his gaze dip to her cleavage.
She tiptoed down the hall to her room.
Rafa sat on her bed, leaning against the headboard.
She raised a brow. “Did you get lost? Teapot’s in the kitchen.”
His hands were stacked on his flat belly, and his legs were stretched out, crossed at the ankles. He’d even removed his shoes, leaving them side by side beneath the bed skirt. He looked comfortable, like he belonged.
His gaze moved down the towel to her bare feet and then back up again. A slow, sexy smile curled up the corners of his mouth.
She felt her cheeks heat. Stop it. He’d seen her naked before.
He swung his legs off the bed and toward her. Instinctively, she moved to the other side, keeping the bed between them. Except now both he and the bed were between her and the door. He also blocked the way to the closet, where her clothes were. “What are you doing?”
“Your tea is on the nightstand.” He nodded to the wooden stand a couple feet from her. Interesting how close it was—like he’d planned her moves.
“Thanks.” She lifted the mug and sipped. The hot liquid ran down her throat and pooled in her stomach, kindling a fire. This was too surreal—her in a towel; him, here, being so…casual. She cleared her throat and took another sip.
“We should talk.” His tone was flat.
“Fine.” They’d talk. Just not in the bedroom. “As soon as I change.”
He shifted another step closer to the dresser. Closer to her. “I was thinking I’d get some answers first. Seeing how gambling runs in your blood, we can make a game of it.”
She snorted a laugh, though he wasn’t funny. “You’re joking.”
“No.”
“I want my clothes.” Arrogant asshole.
“You’ll get them,” he said in an arrogant-asshole tone. “After I get my answers.”
She crossed her arms over her chest, taking a perverse pleasure in the way the movement made his gaze dip to her cleavage.
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