Mister Baby Daddy (Bad Boys in Love Book 3)
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I glare down at the message. Cupcake of the week: Pumpkin-Maple. Grab your free sample during opening week.
Who the fuck cares?
My instincts are screaming at me to stomp my boot into the thing, just to hear the satisfying crunch of the board cracking down the middle. I resist that urge and instead, I look away and continue my trek to the barbershop’s front door.
This is me being the bigger person.
"Excuse me! Excuse me!" I hear a woman’s panicked voice and heels clicking hurriedly on the pavement behind me. I don't turn around because there's no reason for whoever it is to be talking to me. But the voice rings out again. "Hello?"
I growl on the inside. I’d like to keep my contact with the people of this town to a minimum. Not sure how that’s gonna work since I’m opening a business. Without slowing my pace, I throw a glance over my shoulder. A pair of huge, black eyes are staring right at me.
My steps falter. Whoa! I’d be lying if I said that the sight of her didn’t catch me off guard. Eyes like that…
I turn and give her my full attention. My gaze sweeps over her from head to toe. Her eyes are definitely not the only pretty part of the package. She’s got ridiculously smooth skin. Annoyingly smooth skin. And perky breasts with nipples pebbled from the cold under her white button-up top. She has on a boring flowy skirt covered in sunflowers. She stands in a straight posture, with her shoulders back. She looks a lot like a spoiled brat. Some classy chick who’s never had a rough day in her life. She'd probably consider a broken nail to be a hardship. All prissy and put together. Just looking at her makes me mad.
Her cheeks flush from my blatant scrutiny and her words seem to get tangled up in her throat for a split second before she rebounds peevishly. "I'm sorry but you knocked over my signboard." Despite the polite smile pulling her lips upward, her voice is tight with irritation.
My frown deepens at her accusatory tone. "What?"
Her heels clack on the pavement when she takes a step closer, still wearing that pre-packaged smile. "You knocked over my sidewalk board." She points to the chalkboard sign overturned on the concrete. “Would you kindly pick it up, please?” She lifts her chin boldly, staring at me without flinching.
My eyes move over her again, snagging on her nametag. Vivian. Yeah, I guess she looks like a Vivian. The way the skirt cinches tight at her tiny waist and her slight breasts tent the fabric of her top. The way her pale skin looks smooth and creamy in contrast to her dark hair. And that feisty little mouth, all polished in muted shade of red. Her strange get-up is oddly sexy. And those eyes...Something about the way it all comes together is making my mouth water.
Focus, asshole. “Your sidewalk board was in the middle of the damn sidewalk.”
“It’s a sidewalk board...That’s why it’s on the sidewalk.“ She uses the tone of a teacher annoyed with a student who's having a hard time grasping a very basic concept. What a little bitch!
I throw a glance at her ring finger. She’s annoying as fuck but there’s no way some chump hasn’t already gotten the bright idea to claim this woman—a stockbroker or a lawyer who wears expensive suits and commutes to his pretentious city job and drives an over-sized luxury car to compensate for his boring personality and his compact dick. But I don't see a big, shiny diamond on her hand and that shocks the hell out of me.
Before I can think it over too much, my phone bleats in my jacket and a gallon of cortisol spills into my blood. I pull it out of my pocket and check the text message on the screen.
Lisa: pick up some cough syrup for the baby on the way home
A few seconds pass as I stare at the screen.
Lisa: please?
I press my eyelids shut for just a second and rake my fingers through my hair. I silently remind myself that Sonny and Rachel are the two innocents in this situation. Those two precious kids never asked for any of this. I can’t get mad at them for having basic human needs. A little cough syrup isn’t too much to ask. I text Lisa back, promising to pick up the cold medicine.
The little woman in front of me stomps a foot and folds her arms over her delicate chest. “I’m sorry. Am I boring you with this conversation?”
Dammit. I don’t have the time to deal with this right now.
“Look lady—I give zero fucks about your damn signboard. Okay?” I turn on my heel to walk away.
But the venom in her tight voice stops me dead in my tracks.
“So you’re just gonna leave it there?!” She marches up to me, puts her fists on her nipped in waist and glares. Her chin juts in the direction of the fallen chalkboard sign. The expectation in her eyes is unmistakable.
This is almost amusing.
My gaze moves over her again. God! This woman is something else. I want to take her seriously but she's wearing a skirt covered in sunflowers. Sunflowers for crying out loud.
I can’t figure out why my cock is aching, though.
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Dirty Cameos & Easter Eggs
I can’t help myself when it comes to ‘Easter eggs’ and they’re scattered all throughout Mister Baby Daddy.
You may have noticed a few familiar faces (and objects!) from my older books making an appearance in Mister Baby Daddy. If you’re new to my universe, here’s a little guide to help you figure out who’s who.
The Dirty Suburbs Series is a sexy rom-com series set in Reyfield which is a neighboring town to Crescent Harbor.
Prasanna Oneness Light Yoga Studio - Dirty Stranger
The Blue Collar Bachelors Series is set in Copper Heights, a town right between Reyfield and Crescent Harbor. In fact, Penny first appeared in Dream Boy!
Clinton and Vivian Alvarez - Bad Boy
“You take control. You make her feel safe and wanted in a world where she feels so insecure.” ~ Clinton Alvarez in Bad Boy