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I look at Danny, who is standing there grinning at me now, his arms crossed, which only emphasises his incredible biceps and the art that decorates them. Levering myself up onto my elbows, I twist my head from side to side again, taking in the entire mattress this time.

It is money. Ten-dollar bills to be precise.

The mattress is covered in a thick layer of money and as I watch, one slides off to the floor. Absently scooping up a handful, I stare at it. Fake, I’m assuming. I mean, they look real, but I see enough news to know that fake money can look genuine, and there’s no way this could be real because there must be thousands of them.

I blink, confused. What the hell is going on? Why on earth is there fake money strewn across Danny’s bed? I let the handful drop to the mattress as I look to him for answers.

‘Is this some kind of kink you wanted to show me? I mean, if role-playing that you’re some kind of millionaire that likes to fuck on a pile of fake money is what floats your boat then I can get on board with that.’

I’m sure there are weirder kinks out there. But then, what would I know? The most risqué sex thing I’ve ever done wasletting a guy I barely knew debauch me in a broken-down elevator. Pretty vanilla really.

‘No.’ He shakes his head and laughs. ‘Not a kink and not fake. One hundred per cent genuine.’

I frown. ‘It’s real?’

‘Every single note.’

Sitting properly, I pluck up the nearest bill and hold it towards the light. Not that I have any clue what I’m looking for. I glance at Danny again. ‘There must be thousands here.’

He nods. ‘About twenty thousand ten-dollar bills. And they’re all mine.’

I do a quick calculation in my head. That’s… two hundred thousand dollars. What the hell? ‘Did you do some gambling while you were in Reno? Or…’ The note I’m holding falls from my fingers to the floor. ‘Rob a bank?’

‘None of the above. That lot is a stash of Bob’s casino wins over the last decade. And it turns out he has much, much, much more than that in the bank and in a truly mind-blowing investment portfolio.’

I’m waiting for Danny to tell me he’s joking, but I can see he’s not. ‘Is he like some kind of… secret millionaire?’

He shakes his head slowly. ‘More than that.’

More? Is Danny saying… ‘He’s a billionaire?’

‘Yep.’ He grins. ‘And I am his sole beneficiary.’

I stare at him, not quite believing the turn of events. ‘Oh my God.’

‘Yup.’

‘Oh my God,’ I repeat.

He laughs as he repeats, ‘Yup.’

I glance around me and scoop up armfuls of ten-dollar bills and let them fall. They’re cool against my naked flesh, some landing in my lap while others skim my body.

‘So…’ I drag my eyes off the river of cash to meet his. ‘You’re rich now?’

Danny lets out a long breath that fluffs the hair hanging over his forehead. ‘Apparently.’

‘What are you’ – I look around, completely flummoxed – ‘going to do with it all?’

My mind is crowding with a hundred different questions, but none of them can get past the glitch going on in my brain.

Danny is rich. Danny is rich. Danny is rich.

He’s not this blue-collar guy with tats and swagger, at home in jeans and a tool belt and sitting behind a drum kit. Not any more. Now he is seriously fucking rich. I don’t know what that means. It’s just too damn big to even wrap my head around.

‘I don’t know yet,’ he says. ‘But I do know what I want to do with it tonight.’

His eyes have gone hot again as his gaze lands on the ten-dollar notes that are decorating my thighs. I swallow at that look that reminds me I am completely naked and his dick is out and still hard and flushed and lethal. His eyes trek up my body slowly until they finally meet mine.