How hard could it be? Answer the phone, make the odd booking. Yes working as a Brothel Receptionist couldn"t be THAT much different than working in an office. WRONG! Charlotte wasn"t counting on the Madams, anti-wanking policy or her Porn policing or the dreaded condom book. Then there was the added bonus of manoeuvring through the minefield of aging cranky hookers, drunken horny punters and the odd fetish emergency. And this was just her first day on the job at Heavenly Moments. Throw into the equation, a wedding to plan, a mother making her life hell and her fiancés grand five year plan for world domination and Charlotte finds herself in way over her head. Two months ago she had never meet or even spoken to a prostitute, she thought French, Spanish and Greek were southern Europeans rather than hooker code for certain sexual practices. And two months ago she was happily engaged to Brad, an up and coming lawyer who planned to be the youngest junior partner in the law firm where he worked. Yes two months ago her life was all mapped out. What the hell happened?