“Five days?” I look at the envelope on the table and fight the desperate urge to grab it and count the bills. “Just five days and they’re yours,” the sunburned hunk nodded, stealing a glance at the décolletage of my plain dress. “The main condition,” a brunette said, sitting beside me and smiling— “be a good girl and forget the word ‘no’.” *** To earn money for my mother’s surgery, I flew to Egypt to work as a simple waitress. Usually, guests in restaurants on the first line can afford anything. Men don’t miss the chance to pinch, or drag you into bed for the night. And with him, everything went wrong from the start. Instead of crude hints and open flirting, he decided to pay a fortune so that I would belong to him. Only five days, and I’ll be able to solve all my problems. But… it seems nobody planned to tell me that I’d been bought— for two… There is obscene profanity in the book!