Her Cherry (Objects of Attraction, #2)

by Penelope Bloom

One look at him, masked or not, and I could see he was a man who couldn’t be touched. Not by worries or by problems. I envied that almost as much as I was intrigued by it. It was a mentality I wanted desperately to be infected by.

My grammy had always said if someone gave you a compliment, you never argued with them about it, unless you wanted it to be your last.

“Shit, come on. Don’t you know who you’re talking to? I’ve tried a lot of things, and I’ve pretty much been amazing at every last one of them.” I rolled my eyes. “What about modesty?” “Yep. Nailed that when I tried it once.”

“If he deserves to be forgiven, he’ll make you forgive him.”