Emmett was on his way to work, sophisticated and handsome in his tailored suit and tie. I was on my way to the sperm bank. I wanted a baby. And I was ready to take matters into my own hands to make it happen. He would be my baby daddy. He was a wealthy and powerful CEO with little interest in diapers or playdates. With two jobs, a sick mum and a broken heart, Carly Evans has no time for romance. Until sexy surgeon Stone Parker gets under her skin and gives her a glimpse of a new life!
Dear Internet: Am I a horrible person for wanting to sabotage my work assignment-completely wreck a dating contest-because I hate the idea of love? I 33F work at a local paper, and two months ago, my editor assigned me a huge project-run the upcoming, highly anticipated Bachelor Anonymous contest.
In essence, I'm supposed to help a reader-nominated bachelor find his special someone, and while I should be excited to handle something of this magnitude solo, I can't help but get queasy over how gross it feels. Like, how cheesy could this thing get? Not to mention, I'm the last person who should be involved in this-my dating and relationship history is a cluster.
Generally, the person in charge of these things shouldn't fantasize about lighting the whole three-ring dating circus on fire. Anyway, men from all over Southern California, vying for the coveted bachelor role, submitted their personal ads to my paper. The readers voted, and Single Dad Seeks Juliet won by a landslide. Enter Mr. Bachelor Anonymous 40M , the single dad Romeo seeking his Juliet. Blah, blah, blah, right? You guys-and I cannot stress this enough-this guy is the ultimate man in a six-foot-three, chiseled-muscle, freaking Adonis package with aquamarine eyes that would haunt the dreams of an insomniac.
He's a former Navy SEAL, successful business owner, motocross-riding, charming, supportive, funny-as-heck single dad, and the more time I spend with him, the more I want to bring this contest thing crumbling to the ground for an entirely different reason.
Real talk: I think I'm falling for him. Me, the woman who despises love, might be falling for the completely off-limits Bachelor who I'm ironically assigned to help find love, while five other women think they're the only contestants competing for his heart.
So, Internet. Am I scum? Or is all fair in love and war? Bachelor Daddy by Sandra Steffen released on Jun 24, is available now for purchase. So what made him buy a home next to a single mom of six—and why did he want to barbeque hot dogs?
What do I do with my hands right now? So, you work in this building? What do you do? I guess we have nothing better to do right now than strike up a conversation. Way to avoid actually answering what it is that he does for a living. This is going to be a long hour. In that moment, his friendly smile turns crooked.
He glances at the button I punched on the control panel. You were headed to the spank bank? My head pulls back as I open and close my mouth a few times, struck dumb. I roll my eyes for good measure.
His grin is full-on devilish now. You spent weeks trying to get that appointment. What a shame. Are you okay? Did you bring a snack? Do you need to pee? I love you very much, but please shut up. He shakes his head, still smirking. I heard every word, and my question has been answered. Pleasure, it is. You were right. I want a baby. The biggest. Seems inconsiderate to let you do this all alone.
Dear God, this man. Except for times like this, sitting near a prime male specimen like Emmett and having to look and not touch. I really want to touch. I have a real problem here, dick. Listen, I try not to psychoanalyze people, but clearly you needed some friendly meddling a long time ago. Love is fucking terrifying. What if I ruin everything? I can be a better man if I try. We needed this deal to make our quarter.
Hire a new VP if you have to. Just look at me, and your brother, and your sister. You gave me a lot to think about. Thanks for ignoring your work to talk to me. Just remember what I said. And let me know how it goes. Back to work already. But as soon as she sees who it is, she swings the door right back again. I barely catch it before it slams shut on my fingers. Please, just hear me out. What the hell could you possibly have to say to me?
I take a tentative step forward. I never meant for any of this to happen. I never would have manipulated you into pregnancy just to drive you out of business. And the worst part is, I was going to let you. Kendall Ryan. We met in a trapped elevator. Emmett was on his way to work, sophisticated and handsome in his tailored suit and tie. I was on my way to the sperm bank. Awkward, right?
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