**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?”Wörter : 56408