I'm in trouble. Big trouble.

I borrowed money. A lot of it and the bill has come due. Short of selling a kidney on the black market, I'm out of options. I could run, but the people I owe money to aren't the type to just give up and when they catch up to me (which will be sooner, rather than later) I'm not going to like what they do to me.
A  chance meeting with a sexy as sin stranger seems to be the answer to my prayers. With the meeting comes a job interview. With the interview comes a contract and a job offer. Temporary house manager for a time-share penthouse,

Six tenants.

Six weeks.

One. Million. Dollars.
I'm about to sign on the dotted line without even reading the contract when Mr. Sexy Stranger stops me cold - read before you sign, Ms. Matthews.
Yes, this job can literally save my life, but there are rules to be followed.

I'm not allowed to leave the penthouse unless accompanied by one of its tenants.

No phone. No internet. Not even a carrier pigeion.

And I must submit.

Whatever the tenants want.

Whenever they want it.
No exceptions.

I'm not going to lie.

I'm a little freaked out.

I'm about to sell six weeks of my life to six total strangers, giving them free rein over my mind, body and soul. I'm not sure I'm prepared for what happens next, but I don't have a choice.

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