Cleaner
CLEANER By Emma PART ONE Once I had eaten the breakfast my cook had made for me, spent an hour or two picking out the clothes I wanted to wear for the day and lounged by the pool for a while, I caught myself looking at my reflection in the wall high mirror in my dressing room. And yawned. Not because I was tired. I was very beautiful you see. Actually I was gorgeous. Many men had told me so. But this (though very...