Seventeen
2010
“YOU’VE GOT SAINT CLAIR NEXT, okay?” Miss Lindy said, my House Madam. I’d heard about Saint Clair, but this was my first time with him… and I wasn’t sure what to expect, except to find him as gorgeous and great smelling as all the other girls had described.
“Okay.” I gulped.
I’d just finished painting a man with lipstick dot to dots and joining the dots with scratch marks… so Saint Clair couldn’t be any worse, right? He’d probably be a walk in the park in comparison.
Half of me wondered why I hadn’t yet run back home to Ireland with my tail between my legs. I could’ve even gone to a northern English city where my salary could pay the rent and still afford me some money for food. There was a dream, though… one of me pursuing life in the big city and actually achieving it
