Some women are just forbidden. Like--off the top of my head--MY SISTER'S LIFE-LONG BEST FRIEND. Sis has made it patently clear that Vanessa is hands-off, as in keep my ladies' man paws far away from her clever, go-getter best friend who's ready for the real deal. That should be an easy guideline to follow, except Vanessa is deliciously flirty, easy to talk to, and laughs at my jokes. Translation - my libido has been craving her many, many years. So many that we might have stolen a kiss or two. Can you say pent-up, crazy, raw desire? That's exactly what we're both feeling when the storm of the century hits and it's 10 inches of snow with Vanessa and me trapped in a cabin all night long... The trouble is--Vanessa isn't interested in my playboy ways, and I have one night to convince her that I'm the real deal