It has been three months since Daniella Brandon's divorce. Worse her ex has hooked up with a blond bombshell half his age. Without a job, desperate and in debt, Daniella decides to answer and ad for a female companion to "teach" a wealthy twenty-some-thing young man the ropes. Little does she realize or bargain for that the ad is for not one but two hot twenty-some-thing-twin brothers.
Trace and Aaron have a very interesting proposition for her. Both men want to share her for two weeks and are willing to pay a hefty fee. Out of desperation--and like it or not she is very attracted to the two young men--Daniella accepts. However, things soon become more complicated, and she finds herself, falling hard and fast for one of the twins.
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If she could wish herself dead, Daniella would. Of all the worst-case scenarios, why did shit like this have to happen to her? Daniella sat on her couch and tossed the magazine on her coffee table. She leaned forward and massaged her temples. "Why me?" What was she supposed to do now? No job. Her ex must think she'd turned nympho and his new girlfriend Bamb—err, Bonnie—made her feel like last year's consolation prize. Life sucks! She stared at the bills stacked on the kitchen table and winced.
At the moment, she had no income to pay any of them. Involving her family wasn't an option. She had already borrowed way too much from her sister. Danielle propped her head up and started to flip haphazardly through the magazine. Her mind was filled with what-ifs, how-comes, and whys. She wanted desperately to find a solution to her current dilemma. But what? The only option she could reasonably think of was to call Miss Shari Walmart back and beg her for another chance. The thought only made her cringe. Begging had never appealed to her. It still didn't, no matter how dire her situation had become.
She sighed. Flipping through Swingers and Flingers, Daniella began reading some of the ads listed in the Personals section. They were somewhat entertaining, but disturbing at the same time. For at least a moment, her troubles seemed a little less overwhelming. Damn, she couldn't believe how many people put their stuff out there, looking for simple companionship. Then again, a little companionship would be nice. How long had it been since she and Robert had even held hands? Her marriage had been over for several years before Robert finally filed. Scanning the ads made her realize just how lonely her life had become. Daniella's eyes were drawn to a simple ad, in the center of the page:
Needed…
Older companion For twenty-five-year-old virgin male
Willing to pay for services… Money no object.
2 weeks Must be "experienced" Call 212-555-2605
Money no object? For some reason Daniella couldn't drag her eyes away. Could she? After all, the ad didn't specify there would be sex involved… She thought about for a moment. Well okay, the ad was in a swinger's magazine, so sex was probably involved. Two weeks only, that wasn't too bad. In addition, if money were no object, the guy had to have tons of it. So why advertise for sex in a magazine?
Okay, so he's a virgin, supposedly. Maybe he was just shy and couldn't get the nerve up to find a date? Damn. Twenty-five and still a virgin.
Visions of a buttugly six-hundred-pound, drooling-and-farting-with-a-serious-case-of-halitosis man crossed her mind. She was being ridiculous, not to mention desperate. Two weeks only, money no object, and she could close her eyes during the deed. She could pay her mortgage and then some.
Good Lord, was she really trying to convince herself to sell sex for money? It was crazy to even suggest such a thing. Yet, what if she did it, this one time only? Only two weeks and she could be thousands of dollars richer. She could pay off all her bills.
