Claimed by my Bestie's Dad

Dear Santa, I’ve been naughty with the doctor next door. Did I mention he’s my bestie’s dad?

My Christmas list was simple this year—make money dog-sitting and save up for my surfing school.
Then my bestie suggested asking her filthy rich dad for a loan.
(Note to Santa: Bad life choices ahead.)
Dr. Ethan Taylor opened his door looking like sin in a suit: all commanding presence and silver fox swagger.

He mistakes me for an escort he ordered.
After that humiliating encounter, I should’ve been good and stayed away.
But my dogs kept finding their way...

Dear Santa, I’ve been naughty with the doctor next door. Did I mention he’s my bestie’s dad?

My Christmas list was simple this year—make money dog-sitting and save up for my surfing school.
Then my bestie suggested asking her filthy rich dad for a loan.
(Note to Santa: Bad life choices ahead.)
Dr. Ethan Taylor opened his door looking like sin in a suit: all commanding presence and silver fox swagger.

He mistakes me for an escort he ordered.
After that humiliating encounter, I should’ve been good and stayed away.
But my dogs kept finding their way to his place.
And it turns out this bad boy billionaire knows how to handle more than just naughty pets.

Then under the starlit beach, he claimed me in ways that definitely got me on your naughty list.
Now his tender touches have me dreaming of forever.
Christmas will explode when my bestie finds out.

P.S. Santa, you might want to make that sleigh bigger…As I’m pregnant with Dr. Hot Daddy’s baby.