Western Romance

<b> Why oh why did it have to be <i>him</i>?</b><br>I know what you're thinking. How did she manage to make it to the last semester of college without giving away her V-card? It wasn't my intention I swear. It's just... there was this one man that I compared every college guy to. One man that made all of those boys fall short. My dad's best friend, Mark. Where do I begin? With the smoldering dark eyes that can turn my legs to jelly? Or the body that had to have been cut from granite? No, it had to be that smile, that smile that says he knows just what to do to satisfy Every. Last. <b>Dirty</b>. Fantasy. I have. And believe me, as a virgin, all I've got are fantasies.<br>Now I have someone to make them all come true. Only thing is, you can't keep a baby a secret...

A hot shot playboy can be quite intimidating, especially for a plain Jane virgin like me. When the elevator doors open to my new boss glaring down at my disastrous coffee mishap on my first day at James Enterprises, the look of disgust on his handsomely chiseled face is menacing, knocking any hope for leaving him impressed right out the window. Or so I thought… Later that night when I’m coerced by my newfound office friend to have a few drinks at the local jazz club, I catch Anthony James’ attention from across the room and sparks fly. I try to resist the temptation—why would he possibly be attracted to a simple girl like me—but Anthony James always gets what he wants… is he deserving enough of my virginity?

Why did she have to be so young, so innocent, so damn sexy, and so forbidden…? Done with relationships after a marriage rife with deceit, I knew I would never let myself fall in love again. But then she walked through my door. Barely twenty years old. Shy as a kitten. Innocent as a lamb. And setting my body on fire for the first time in many, many years. Her father and I were college buddies. She was his one and only child. With everything in our way, it would be a miracle if ever get to feel her satin-smooth skin beneath my fingertips. To kiss those plump lips that begged for it. To taste her the way I knew no one else ever had. If I did get my way, she would have to keep it all a secret. Would she be willing to do that for a man the same age as her father?