You know when you meet your new professor, and he ends up being the same man you had a one-night stand with three months ago?
Okay, maybe not. Let me explain.
I hadn't intended to sleep with my professor. I might be known as the impulsive prankster daughter in my family, but I'm not insane. I just wanted to have some fun in Ireland at my sister's wedding—and maybe lose my virginity, too.
When I met Lochlann Gallagher at a pub one night, I couldn't resist him. He was hot, Irish, and entirely set on seducing me. One unforgettable night under the sheets with him, and my V-card went up in smoke.
Well, that night had one itty-bitty consequence because Lochlann totally made my eggo preggo.
And if this story isn't crazy enough, Lochlann is not just my baby daddy: He's now my professor and my advisor for grad school. Somehow we have to figure out a way not to reveal this rapidly gestating secret while resisting the explosive attraction between us.
But there’s one more complication to this story: I think I'm totally falling for my baby daddy. Oopsie daisy.
