"Blow me!" David shouted outside Fiona's door. "Guys you need to come and see this, the bath, sink and the toilet are actually white and there are women's things all over the place. Dan, has your PRN moved her stuff in here?"

Fiona groaned. It was David Williams. The one man female catnip. She really did not want to be living with any man ever again, never mind a man so hot. She resolved that in the morning she would speak to mad Jilly and Derek and get herself reassigned.

She had completed her move to London at breakneck speed, fuelled by heartbreak and a need to run away as fast as she could. At least she could comfort herself with the infidelity diet, which had seen her shed the weight she had been desperate to lose. She saw the irony in no one to appreciate her trim figure now that she was at fighting weight. She laughed to herself. Paul her ex-fiancé was always nagging her to get thinner, lose weight and now she had she had never looked this good.

Lost in her thoughts of the day she hadn't noticed her housemate's voices approach her room door until they were outside. She sprinted away from the back of the door to her bed. In one movement, she launched herself onto the bed whilst picking up Pride and Prejudice and opened it at the first page.

Despite appearances, David hated the hospital orientation days. He only did them because it made sure he stayed as vice president of the Chelsea and Westminster Medical Club. This meant his bar tab was covered.The Orientation Day was a brilliant way to meet new women that he hadn't added to his conquered list. It also meant that he could keep his tally of conquests as high as Bill, his other housemate.

As he hated doing them so much, he overcompensated his nerves by being over friendly and came across like a Labrador on speed. He would then lie awake the following night cringing at the  comments he made.

His nerves made him say  stupid things that in truth most women did not pick up on. He had certainly soothed this round of orientation nerves with Carla the Portuguese Physiotherapist. He had spent the last two hours with her, she was hot and deranged but hot all the same.

He had left Carla at her flat, gone to rugby practice and now he had arranged to meet the remaining cohorts for a pint in the Hospital Bar. He hoped Carla would be there, she was adventurous and would become the centre of his attention for the next week to ten days.

Orientation Weeks meant that he and his housemates had their hands full. It was good planning that the Hospital Administration orientated new employees on a Friday which meant that it was a raucous night in the Hospital Bar and enough time for him to pull himself together for rugby practice on Sunday and the following Monday for work.

Bill, the other doctor in the house, was his wing man. Today Bill was on shift and he would meet David and the new staff from the orientation day at the club. As blonde and blue eyed that David was, Bill was the complete opposite. Black hair, dark brown eyes, and Dublin Irish. Between David and Bill, they had been like a hot knife through the butter of the available females in West London.

His other housemates Dan, Emlyn, and Richard had come home from their jobs in the City. Their opportunities to meet women were more restricted at work, whereas David and Bill were outnumbered by women 10 to 1 on most days. Thus David and Bill would take great pleasure in introducing the new medical staff of London to the City Boys.

Dan, Emlyn and Richard would regale their City friends with tails of the gorgeous women that they would meet on the Orientation weekends. As non-clinicians and well paid from their city jobs they could impress the ladies just as much as Bill and David.

"Carla! That was the name of the girl today! Oh, guys please don't let me forget tonight when she is there. I will come across as a complete dick if I forget. I tell you what lads though, there was a totally cracking red head on the course that I wouldn't mind a real go on, she looked as though she might take a lot of work to get into her pants."

David gathered the Rugby kits together and went to open the door of the spare room to throw them in the pile where he had collected them from earlier.

"Sorry!" Fiona and David said in unison. Their eyes locked.

Fiona jumped up off of the bed and ran towards the door. David stood rooted to the spot. Fiona noticed he had changed from his  outfit into jeans and the tightest t-shirt known to humanity. David took in her shorts and a vest outfit and smirked at her.

"What are you doing here?" David asked. Had she overheard him referring to her. He clung on to the rugby kits.

"I could ask you the same," Fiona answered, she couldn't recall any other redheads on the course today. Was David referring to her?

"Is there someone in the spare room?" asked one of the Welsh voices from the floor below. "Is that a woman you have stashed away for later? Is this the mysterious cleaning fairy?"

"No!" David replied over his shoulder. David willed Richard to keep his mouth shut.

Intrigued Richard ran up the stairs to where the female voice was. "Hi, I am Richard and who the hell are you?" whistled Richard. "I always like a buxom redhead, oh, is this the girl you were going to have a crack on?" Richard stuck his hand out towards Fiona.

Fiona was lost for words and shook his hand open-mouthed with shock.

"I thought you said she would take some work, have you stashed her away for later?" Richard enquired.

"Is this a Benny Hill sketch?" Fiona looked at the two of them incredulously. "I am your new flatmate."

"Goodness where are my manners? Richard blushed running his hands through his thick brown curly hair, "You are our new flatmate? Jilly the landlady left us a note last night but I thought you were a bloke of which you are clearly not." Richard looked Fiona up and down appreciatively." I am Richard Jones, I am in the room below you." Richard looked around the room, "Flipping hell you have settled in haven't you? I have been here two years and my room is nowhere near as tidy as yours is now."

"Did Jilly show you round?" asked David politely, trying his hardest to recover from his previous remarks.

"No not really," Fiona smiled, "she just waved a cigarette in the general area and said I was a clever girl and I could figure it out myself."

"Sounds like Jilly." David and Richard said in unison

"I am Fiona, Jilly gave me a new note for my flatmates and she said I should give it to Dick? I met Dr Dave here on my orientation today, I would count myself out of the quota for this intake, though and just for the record I don't play hard to get...I have sworn off men for life." Fiona eyeballed the pair of them to emphasise her warning.

Richard and David laughed sheepishly.

"You are in luck." Richard laughed, "She refers to me as Dick so I'll take the note." Richard scanned it. "Ehm you have your own bathroom according to my instructions from Jilly, apparently and I quote from the note 'as a woman she may have a better influence on you bunch of pigs, however, I will not make the poor girl suffer the distress of having to share a toilet and bath with you lot." Richard laughed, his Welsh accent getting stronger. "All right love, I will let you get ready for the pub and we will meet you downstairs in 10."

"Thanks for the offer but I am knackered and I want to get to bed." Fiona gestured behind her.

"No, you are not! First night in London and you are not going to bed early. It's a Friday night and the bar tab is free. Get dressed and I won't take no for an answer. Dan and Emms are downstairs and they will be desperate to meet you, wait til you meet Bill! He will love her won't he Boston?" Richard knew that Bill would like this girl.

David nodded and widened his eyes in agreement. 

"How many of us are living here?" Fiona noted the names of her housemates she knew there was five but she thought if she could get them to repeat the names a few times she would remember them.

" You and Captain America here on the top floor, Me and Emms on the floor below, 2nd floor Bill and Dan, 1st-floor kitchen and living room – ground floor mad Posh Jilly. At least she won't want to try and shag you!"

"Well, I am not sure." David shook his head, "As I recall from the last house get together slash overshare party, she talked fondly of a lesbian phase in 1968 so I wouldn't be too careful." David wiggled his eyebrows,"No really please get ready and come out with us. I want to thank you for cleaning the bathroom with a few pints. My God, I have lived here for eighteen months and it has never looked or smelled as nice. I will move my stuff downstairs and share with Richard and Emms."

"I am sure we can share a bathroom, I have recently shared one with a man for three years and lived to tell the tale, mind you, he did have a touch of the OCD."

Richard ran downstairs shouting something about razz mags to Dan and Emlyn.

David stood back from the door, he dropped his eyes to the floor.

"I am really sorry about the comments earlier about having a go on you, I would never have made them if I knew you were here." David had the good grace to blush.

"I am very flattered. Truly I am, however that shop is shut for good I am afraid. I am thinking of taking vows of celibacy and growing back my hymen. I am sorry about earlier today. I wouldn't have been such a grouch if I knew you were going to be my new housemate." Fiona grimaced.

"Oh, no biggie. Think on tonight as us meeting for the first time. Shall we have a fresh start? David smiled. It was his natural friendly smile.

Fiona saw that smile and her heart gave a little leap and she hated herself for it. "I think we can manage that." she thought of fluffy kittens and chicks to bring down the effect that practised smile had on her.

"I feel it is only fair to warn you about Bill though, he is a total slut and will want to be the first into your pants." David teased his blue eyes twinkling.

"Ah, no exceptions, Elvis has left the building and all of that. I will have a couple of drinks for neighbourliness' sake then Camp Colditz for me." Fiona was going to take a long cold shower and read Jude the Obscure and listen to Meat is Murder by The Smiths to take any wayward feelings of sexual attraction away.

With all of that undertaken 20 minutes later, Fiona had changed into a green silk wrap dress, which survived the move and twisted her long red hair into a top knot. She walked into the kitchen with the rest of the flatmates walking around the kitchen in a daze. Each of them opening and closing cupboards and shaking their heads.

"I am Emlyn or Emms for short, dunno why? You would think that Emlyn is short enough really." Emlyn was shorter than the others with green piercing eyes and thick dark blond hair.

Daniel the other housemate was dressed in the best fitting suit Fiona had ever seen, the blue suit contrasting sharply with his dark red hair, yellow eyes, and freckles. "I am Dan. We have cups and saucers for fu..., sorry Fiona, I mean and in the cutlery drawer is actual cutlery, where are the takeaway menus?"

"I pinned them onto the cork board," Fiona replied.

"We have a cork board?" Dan looked around the room.

Fiona pointed across the kitchen to a cork board next to the fridge.

"I love you already and I am calling shotgun on marrying you!" Dan walked over and gave Fiona a hug. "Did you really clean all of David's crap out of the bathroom upstairs?"

"I did, clearly my time spent on the Gastro-Intestinal Unit as a student nurse paid off!" Fiona instantly liked Dan and Emlyn. They couldn't stop thanking her for cleaning the place up.

"You deserve a great big drink love!" Dan placed her hand in the crook of his arm and escorted Fiona to the front door. As he looked over his shoulder towards the group they all mimed back an appreciation of the size of her breasts.

"The best thing about this house is the proximity of the cheapest and hoariest bar in London, I mean that in a nongender specific manner. If you can't pull here you must be a two-headed two-tailed troll." Dan explained.

"She is sworn off of it mate." David and Richard chimed together. Neither of them believed her.

"Really, a fine filly like you? We just need you to reach the right level of alcohol consumption love, if you haven't succumbed to old Uncle Sam there, Bill will be your type, someone for everyone in this gang you know!"

"Wouldn't count on it, Dan!" Fiona giggled. She hadn't planned on enjoying herself  so quickly.

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Author note

So Fiona has now met all of her housemates apart from Bill

David the doctor

Richard who is an accountant in the City

Dan who is an investment banker in the City (hence the great suit)

Emlyn who is an architect - more on that later

Why is there five? Well it makes sense as the book develops at least I hope it does

Let me know if this introduction is too much too soon x