"One, two, three…" Orla clasped her fingers together as she called out each number.

After carefully exploring the lingeries, she settled for the one that was the most decent—ironically though, because she was still as good as naked.

She had never been unclothed in front of a man and it upset her that she was about to stand in front of Callan, looking like a little slut.

With the white see-through lingerie she slipped into, and her ginger hair bouncing around her shoulders, she looked ...