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How
are you?” She smiled. Marco Belding was the majority stockholder in a casino in
Reno.
    “I’m doing well. Is Jimmy with you
on this trip?” She was sure that he was looking to escape the meetings and play
some golf.
    “No, I’m here solo. I’m on tomorrow
night’s panel.”
    “I’ll make sure to attend.” He
smiled.
    “I’ll look for you in the crowd,”
she teased.
    “What are you doing for dinner
tonight? I’m putting together a group and I thought we would go out and sample
some of Chicago’s best steaks.” He pulled his card from his shirt pocket.
    “I have tentative plans with a
friend, but nothing concrete.” She took his card.
    “Check with your friend and text me
if you’ll be joining us. Any friend of yours will be welcome.”
    “I’ll do that Marco. Thank you.”

 
 
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    Remy looked at the three people
sitting at the small dining table in his suite.   Everyone had arrived early and it seemed
that they were settled and ready to do a run through for tomorrow. He was
thrilled with his selection of this group; they were professional and seemed to
complement one another.
    “Let’s get started. I want to tell
you all that I appreciate how much time and effort you’ve put into the
preparation for this panel. I know that you’re very busy and I sincerely thank
you for your effort.”
    Emma Clark was the first to speak.
“Oh, Remy, you’ve made it so easy.” She gave a flirtatious smile. She had been
messaging him for a month, making it very clear that she would not mind having
his personal attention during the convention. Emma was currently working with a
conglomerate and living in New York. She was a little too hungry and needy.
    Able Mason, who worked with the
State of South Dakota, cleared his throat before speaking. “I think I can speak
for all of us. Thank you for your hard work and leadership. I think this has to
be the best group that I’ve ever worked with.” Able was the oldest of this
group and although most dressed casually for the convention, he wore a very
conservative navy suit, a perfect reflection of his personality.
    All eyes turned to Francesca. She
chewed on her glossy bottom lip before speaking. “Yeah, what they said.” Then
she laughed. Francesca’s laugh was almost like a purr, it was deeper than her
speaking voice and it rolled through his body, igniting a spark of desire.
    Remy fought not to stare at
Francesca. He had greeted her as she entered with Able. He’d needed to touch
her. And as he led them into the room, she’d looped her arm through his and
brushed against his body briefly. His cock had stirred at her touch. She looked
beautiful today. She was wearing a blue sweater that brought out the gold
flecks in her eyes. It was tight enough that he could make out the curve of her
tits. The killer was her skirt. It was long, but had a slit on one side that
flashed lots of leg and her shoes were high heeled. She was the type of woman
that could walk in heels without stomping like a Clydesdale or looking
unstable. She moved like a dancer getting ready to attack the pole. That visual
popped into his brain. His body caught fire and he discretely adjusted himself.
Nope, he was absolutely sure that Jimmy would not have his daughter dancing in
one of the Red Rose’s infamous late shows.
    God, the thought of her curvy, naked
body moving seductively made his pulse pound.
    He glanced quickly at the group.
They were shuffling papers or sliding the screen on their tablets, all except
for Francesca. She was leaning back in her chair with her arms crossed under
her breasts. Her smile said that she knew what he was thinking and she liked
it. Tonight he was going to have her. He fought the urge to go to her and kiss
that knowing smile off of her lips.
    He gave himself a silent scolding to
get on with it. “So, the stage set-up will be like this.” He hit the clicker
and a drawing flashed on the plasma TV to his left. “I’ll start by introducing
you and