My daddy saw something he shouldn't have seen.
But I wasn't doing anything wrong. He completely misinterpreted the whole thing.
And I'm not a slut.
If anything, I'm the opposite. I've been saving myself for marriage.
But Daddy doesn't care.
He's sending me away to something like a convent, where I'm supposed to pray for absolution and go to confession every day.
But this Convent Camp for Sinners isn't what it seems on the surface.
Inside is a man harboring some dark needs.
A man who's supposed to lead me down the path of purity.
But I think Father Michael is one tall, sexy drink of sin.
And there is nothing pure about what he wants from me.
