I Want to Rent You

“I’ll solve your problems. But in return…” I tense up, not knowing what he’ll ask for. “Seven,” he says with a satisfied smirk. “Seven million?” I ask with relief. “Seven nights, baby. You’ll have to give me seven hot nights…” He is the man I hate. If it weren’t for the direct threat to my life, I would never have asked him for help. I have no choice—and he likes that.