Wicked Pickle: A Bad Boy Biker Romance

Girlfriends, I've really done it this time.

I'm a bridesmaid at a bachelorette party, minding my own business at a local bar after doing six shots of Fireball, when I realize I need to pee. In size small Spanx.

I'm a large.

While I wrestle with my white-spandex belly-smasher in the only bathroom, I'm holding up the whole bar from relieving itself.

When the broody, tatted-up owner breaks down the door, thinking maybe I've alcohol-poisoned myself into the afterlife, my drink-addled brain decides ...