British Bedmate

af Vi Keeland, m.fl.

Dear Bridget, I’m writing this letter because it’s highly doubtful I’ll ever garner the courage to say this to your face.  So, here goes. We’re totally wrong for each other. You’re the proper single mum with a good head on your shoulders. I’m just the carefree British doctor passing through town and temporarily living in your converted garage until I head back to England. But here’s the thing… for some bloody reason, I can’t stop thinking about you in very inappropriate ways.  I want you. The on... (Læs mere)