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This isn’t his club, but he came to see me, and brought some prospective partners to discuss collaborating on a new project. While he didn’t give me all the details, I’m praying it works out.

Harrison likes Vegas. It suits him, its flash and flair with an edge beneath the surface.

He has zero problem getting businesspeople to come here to see him, and I’ve been pleasantly surprised how little he’s traveled since we arrived here.

I don’t hate it either.

While we spend most of our time living at our penthouse at the Wynn, we do days off in LA and we’ve been to London twice to see Ash.

The only wrinkle is that a top DJ is normally travelling two hundred nights a year or more, something we knew we’d have to take a hard look at once my residency was up.

I can tell Harrison would rather stay put. But it hasn’t been clear how long we can make that work.

I refocus on my set, and the crowd is lost in the music, in me.

At one point, I see the execs shake hands like they’ve done a deal.

I dash off a text.

Rae: Looks like my magic worked.

This time, Harrison looks my way in an instant. His expression, full of love and admiration, steals my breath.

He lifts a hand, and I think he’s going to flip me off. My heart kicks as I think of our old Ibiza tradition.

Instead, he blows me an air kiss.

Fuck me.

I’m grinning like a moron, and I don’t even care.

His gaze stripped me bare when I dressed for tonight, my mermaid-inspired getup an homage to the water-themed club, with a cropped, lilac lace top that leaves my navel exposed and green pants that hug my hips and butt.

My body tingles with anticipation because after my set, I have more to go home to than a hot bath and a sleepless night.

I have a man who loves me.

Two years ago, all I wanted was to play La Mer, but I didn’t realize who I’d become in making that dream come true.

Now, I’m in love with the man who owns it.

A trustee in charge of Mischa’s business assets until Eva’s unborn child can inherit decided La Mer was too huge to run effectively and should be sold to an attractive buyer.

Good thing an attractive buyer was available.

Very attractive, if I may say so. But I’m biased because every night, he wraps those very attractive arms around me.

I wrap my set to screams and applause and head out of the booth. After, I’m lingering with fans to take selfies when my phone buzzes.

Harrison: Come find me.

I shake my head, typing back with a grin.

Rae: A little busy. Why don’t you come find me?

A few moments later, there’s a response.

Harrison: Because if I come find you, I’ll drag you into the nearest corner and fuck you senseless. I don’t care who’s watching.

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