Dirty Wish

He’s rich. He’s powerful. His hand is up my skirt. And I don’t even know his name yet.
 That’s where the night begins. It ends in the stranger’s bed, where I learn his name is Alexander and that he wants to see me again. I’m supposed to be housesitting, basking in the glory of what a wealthy life could feel like. A knock on the door changes my life forever. A dress is delivered. It fits me perfectly. And I want to impress Alexander. I want to experience the rich life, even if it’s not meant to be. I start to fall for Alexander and the lines between reality and fantasy start to blur. He’s everything a woman wants in the bedroom and everything a woman needs in life. But then I discover the dress wasn’t meant for me. And, yes, it was sent from Alexander. To someone else.
 He’s my dirty wish… but now I just feel dirty ...