Page 187 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 2
“I’m eating for two. I could really go for some pickles. What about you?”
He laughed. “No, I definitely don’t want breakfast pickles. But let’s go find you some. I’m not sure if any restaurants are open for lunch yet though.”
“Oh, we also need another watermelon,” I said. “I finished the last one off yesterday. Let’s just go to the market.”
“You mean the grocery store.”
“No, the market.”
He smiled down at me. “How many times are we going to debate this? A market is like a farmer’s market with only fresh produce and stuff.”
“No. It’s another term for the grocery store. I swear. And I won’t stop calling it that. It’s what I’ve always called it and that’s what my family calls it.”
“But it’s really confusing when you call it that. You’ve even accidentally sent Ellen to the farmer’s market a few times and she’s looked down at the list and couldn’t get anything there. It’s a grocery store, baby.”
I shook my head. “He agrees with me,” I said and put my hand on my stomach.
“You’re teaming up on me with our unborn daughter?”
“Our unborn son.”
He shook his head. “You fight dirty.”
Dirty. Hm.That actually gave me an idea for tonight’s seduction. Dirty and food?Yum.“I’m pretty sure you like it when I’m dirty.” I winked at him. “Now please escort me to the market so I can eat some morning pickles.”
“I’m pretty sure that’s the most horrifying sentence you’ve ever spoken.”
I laughed and lightly hit his arm. “Very funny. Oh my gosh, I almost forgot to call Bee. Give me one second.” I pulled out my phone and tapped on Bee’s name.
“Hey, Penny!” she said. “Last night was so much fun. I can’t believe Rob is actually getting married. Do you think he’ll stop calling you sexy all the time now?”
I laughed. “Probably not. Speaking of their wedding, Justin was here today. We have a million things we need to do to help them get everything ready in time.”
“You know you can count me in. Wait. One second, Mason wants me to put you on speaker phone.”
“I’ll put you guys on speaker too so James can chime in.” I hit speaker phone and held it in front of James and me.
“I have an idea,” Mason said. “Probably the best idea ever. They need a venue, right? I’m thinking…Club Onyx.”
James and I both looked at each other. I wasn’t sure Mason’s sex club was exactly the right vibe for ‘I do’s’.
“Good God,” Bee said. “That’s what you wanted to say? Why’d I even put it on speaker phone?” She groaned.
“Hear me out,” Mason said. “We already have an altar…”
“It’s a stage,” Bee said.
“I’m not talking about the stage. That wouldn’t be appropriate. I’m talking about the sex altar.”
“That kind of altar is not the same thing!” Bee said.
“Of course it is. An altar is an altar whether it’s for sex or a wedding ceremony. Same difference. Plus we have catering.”
“I wouldn’t call an abundance of alcohol catering,” Bee added.
“Alcohol is more important than food at a wedding. And I can talk to Tanner to see if we can fast track the grand opening of the restaurant. Plus if they want dancers, we can provide that. We have tons of entertainment like that.”
“Daphne is not going to want strippers at her wedding.”
