When singleton Charlie Clarke wakes up to find herself in yet another strange bed, with her clothes nowhere in sight, she remembers nothing of the previous alcohol-infused night and can only assume that going by past experience as usual she has landed herself with a complete no hoper.
She finds it hard to keep her mouth shut at the best of times, so when she learns in whose bed she actually spent the night, she is pleasantly surprised and wastes no time in telling whoever will listen about her new hunk of a man.
Whilst her loud mouth is running away with itself she remains oblivious to the fact that things may not be as they seem, and that she may have jumped to some wrong conclusions, until a shock revelation hits her full in the face and she is forced to deal with not only a major change in her life but also the fact that maybe she should have kept her mouth well and truly shut and her love life most definitely to herself.
How will she face anyone again and will she ever learn to keep it zipped?