Auctioning Her V-card: Billionaire and Virgin Romance
Melinda Jenkins
After all, I’m not into this kind of fun. Bidding on a woman to spend the night with? Seriously? How low can one get?
And then I saw her. Chestnut locks cascading down toward her full breast. Beautiful curves and welcoming hips. Innocent smile... She doesn’t belong here as much as I don’t.
This is so wrong. I can’t do it. What example am I going to set for my son?
But before I have a chance to regret my decision to cowardly flee the auction, I learn that my best friend secretly bided on her. For me.
Now I have a choice: to go on a date with her or hide from the world just like I have for the past five years.
Do I dare believe in love once again?