The stunning brunette perched on my favorite barstool has baby fever.
It’s one of the first things she tells me when I sit beside her after playing my set. She’s also just been dumped, but it's her Scotch that tells me that.
Talk about a bundle of baggage a bachelor like me doesn’t need in his life.
Yet there’s something about her that intrigues me, something that makes me believe she’d completely unravel if I could just find the thread that has her so tightly wound.
But she doesn’t give me the chance.
She dashes out before midnight like a fairytale princess with a pumpkin to catch.
She’ll be back, though. Not because I’m a suitable baby daddy, but because I’ve agreed to help her find one.
It’s the perfect arrangement.
We’ll flirt, have some filthy fun, and when she finds a man who meets her sky-high standards, I’ll bow out gracefully. No mess. No fuss. No feelings.
What could possibly go wrong?