Irina—He’s gorgeous. Rich. Perfect. And the best liar I’ve ever met. So I’m right in the middle of the morning feeding frenzy at my bakery, happily plumping up my fellow citizens (so they’ll match me, of course), when I look up and into the most beautiful clear blue eyes I’ve ever seen. And they belong to this gorgeous angel of a man who just smiles down at me and waits for me to collect myself, because my jaw is somewhere on the floor and I’m helplessly frozen in place. I mean, the man is just breathtaking. And what do I say once I can speak again? Lord help me, I offer him my pie. His response is even more surprising than his sudden appearance: “You are beautiful.” And then he freaking asks me to dinner! Me, by the way? So not beautiful. For one thing, I’m way too curvy, and this guy looks like he should be dating supermodels. Also, I’m covered head to toe in flour, and I’m wearing my extremely unsexy polka dot apron. So it looks like I’ll be dining with an unbearably hot stranger in an unthinkably expensive suit, and the worst part is…I can’t help thinking he’s the one. Which, obviously, is impossible. Misha—She’s beautiful, sweet, and genuine…but I can’t let that stop me. I must admit, Irina’s sweet loveliness will make what I have to do a little bit harder. Men like me aren’t exactly known for their gentleness, but even I feel like I’m doing something wrong. See, we aren’t meeting by chance. I know exactly who she is…and what the land her bakery sits on is worth to me. The plan to steal this innocent girl’s dream away from her is really starting to come together. I’m not going to leave the pretty little thing destitute or anything, but I will take what I need from her. This is business, after all. And yeah, maybe just a little bit pleasure, too. Whatever it takes.