WilliamHow did I meet her? Well, a gentleman would never brag. Luckily, I'm not a gentleman. First I paid for her cherry - the pie - but that's not the point. Then I took her virginity anyway. What then? I left the business card and left as if I was the rightful owner of this place. Yes, you can say that we hit it off. Haley How did I meet William? He came into my bakery, bought a cherry pie, stole the flowers along with the vase - still not I can understand why he needed them - and left his business card. Before I tell you what I did with the business card, I would like to clarify something: William came into my path at not the best moment of my life. My bakery was on the verge of bankruptcy .My creepy ex wouldn't leave me alone. Oh, and I'm a twenty-five year old virgin - suffering from constant teasing from my friends about it. Could William help me solve my little virginity problem? It was like trying to kill a fly with a hammer. I agree, it's too much, but... in the best sense of the word. William is damn sexy. He's so hot he makes women do stupid things. So passionate that I can't help but think about crazy things with him. Like, for example, how even a fly wouldn’t mind being flattened against William and his ripped abs. So, that means there are two of us after all - me and the fly. So I called him. Perhaps it went against my common sense .Most likely, I set off a time bomb. And the fact that I had hit the nail on the head became clear as day when he grinned and said in his deep sexy voice: “I'm still hungry for your cherry. Do you have delivery?  Told me. By phone.