Emily Rose

Before you start in with all your holier-than-thou judgment, I think you should know that at the time that this all happened, things weren’t looking good. I had been the smart girl in school – all four years, and all A’s. Okay, a single B+; bite me, Professor Travers. I should confess, while I’m at it, that I was also an insufferable goody-goody. What straight-A, Summa Cum Laude student isn’t? I know now that I was the worst kind of prude – the kind that avoids sex and passion out of fear of the unknown. Because of that mentality, it was purely ignorance and misunderstanding that led me to get a job at an exclusive sex club. Maybe if I had known that soon I would be overwhelmed by carnal desire and the dark intrigue of Elliot Archer, I would have approached my work with a little more enthusiasm and a little less naiveté. Then again … well … you can make up your own mind.