A deep, sexy voice answered my greeting. “Yes, Miss Scarlett. My name is Saxon Bishop Ridge, and I was requesting your services for a private dinner tomorrow night at the Santa Monica Bistro. I fear it is of the utmost importance.” “I-I, okay. My fees are two thousand for four hours, and one thousand for two hours.” I said, sighing as despair filled me once more. As I rattled off my address, I felt the hopelessness that came with being what everyone else would see as a whore.

Do you know how it feels to have feelings for your step brother? To want him, but to know he would never feel the same? How it hurts to see him with his girlfriend-the way he touches her, loves her, cares for her? The worst is to hear them having sex in the next room, only wishing it was you. I know that it's wrong and that I shouldn't, but ... I fantasize about him touching me. Making love to me. Only me. I shouldn't, but I can't help it. I want him. I want my step brother. Warning: Contains Sexual Content ;) (Rater R)