Dirty Daddy: A Secret Baby Bad Boy Romance

by Alexis Angel

  I throw the van into reverse and back out of the parking spot.

  I can do this. I can drive an Aerostar Ford minivan for a week.

  It won’t actually kill me.

  Right?

  Right?

  I take the Midtown tunnel to the Long Island Expressway, which is when I hit a traffic snarl. Fuck. I don’t know what god I pissed off to earn a day like this, but I decide to take up virgin goat sacrificing, or at least incense burning sometime this next weekend. Something for a little luck. I’m sure as hell not producing any luck on my own.

  I blast my horn at the guy idling in front of me. Traffic has started moving again, and he’s just sitting there, staring off into space.

  “C’mon, motherfucker, let’s move!” I yell through my windshield.

  Always an effective way of communicating with others, I know.

  He flips me the bird but his brake lights flicker off and he starts to move forward. I begin to inch forward—

  My driver’s side door flies open and some guy in a leather jacket is yelling at me and I slam on my brakes in total shock.

  “Throw it in park and move over!” he demands.

  His jet black hair is unruly, like he’s just come out of a wind tunnel, and his leather jacket and chaps scream biker. Normally, if I saw a guy like this on the sidewalk, I’d get the fuck out of his way. He’s big and he’s scary and he’s tatted up and he’s yelling at me and I know I should be scared, but instead...

  All I can do is laugh.

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