Seven days of skin for about seven minutes of his help. Born to money, arrogant, and fine as hell, Malachi Jones sauntered into my life with his screwed up idea of a bargain. I’m not that kind of girl, so I played him. Tried turning the tables without honouring my side of the deal. Didn’t work. He took what he wanted anyway. The time for fear hasn’t started yet, according to him. It’s coming, though. It's at the end of the flight we're on. Fear and me don’t mix that well anymore, and despite the freaky dance that might be coming, I will retaliate when threatened. I’m not who he thinks I am, and I've already been dealt worse in life than him. I've got the scars to prove it. Author note: This is a dark romance book. Varying triggers do apply.