Every one of my friends says their first time sucked.
If a girl's virtue is such a treasure, why not get something for it besides a sad story? Enter one high-end auction, my stubborn need to win a bet and my virtue is for sale.
But, when I see the giant of a man in a tuxedo with the hard-set jaw and the scar through his eyebrow, there's only one cherry picker on my buyers list. Turns out, he's way more than I bargained for. He makes me feel safe and treasured and before you know it, I'm the one begging him to take what he dropped a half-mil to secure.
Only, when he shows up the day after the auction sitting at my parents' dinner table, I realize just who the man who claimed my first time really is.