[Objects of Attraction 02] • Her Cherry

**How’d I meet her?

Well, a gentleman never brags.

Thankfully, I’m no gentleman.

First, I paid for her cherry (pie, but that’s not the point),

Next, I deflowered her.

After that? I left my business card and walked out like I owned the place.

Yeah, you could say we hit it off.**

*Hailey*

How did I meet William?

He walked into my bakery, bought a cherry pie, stole a vase of flowers—I still have no idea what he wanted with them—and left his business card.

Before I say what I did with the business card, I should clarify something:

William couldn’t have walked into my life at a worse time.

My bakery was failing.

My creepy ex refused to leave me alone.

Oh, and I was a twenty-five-year-old virgin, a fact my friends refused to stop hassling me about.

Fixing my little virginity problem with William would be like swatting a fly with a hammer. Overkill, but the best kind.

William was stupid hot, the kind of hot that makes women do stupid things. The kind of hot that made me think *crazy* things. Like thinking the fly wouldn’t even mind getting hammered by William and his washboard abs. That makes two of us.

So I called him.

Maybe it was against my better judgment. Maybe I was stepping into a disaster waiting to happen.

I knew I was in trouble when he chuckled in that deep, sexy voice of his over the phone and said, “I’m still craving your cherry. Do you deliver?”