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Akira turned to plant a kiss on Rhett's lips to send gratitude down his throat but he had already slipped out of the bed like it was a casual.

She stared at the man who opened the wardrobe and pulled out a little bag of cash.

“It's about fifteen grand there. Get yourself a dress and a pair of shoes and whatever you need for dinner with me, later today.”

“Are you joking?”

“I'm not.”

“How do you have fifteen grand in your wardrobe like it means nothing to ...