Throb

<p>The rules: <br><br><br><br>No dating.<br><br>No sex outside of the game.<br><br>No disclosing the terms of the contract.<br><br><br><br>Rules were made to be broken, right?<br><br><br><br>Eight weeks ago I signed a contract. One that seemed like a good idea at the time. A handsome bachelor, luxury accommodations, and a chance to win a prize my family desperately needed. There were some rules though. Lots of them actually. Follow the script, no dating, sex, or disclosing the terms of the deal. After my self-imposed moratorium on men the last year, it wouldn't be hard to live up to my end of the bargain...so I thought. Until I realized the deal I'd made was with the devil...and I was in love with his dirty-talking brother. <br><br> </p>