Page 18 of The Billionaire's Baby
I scoff, "Only you would enjoy that."
"Don’t be so sure you wouldn’t."
"Don’t you dare." I fold my fingers at my side.
"Don’t challenge me." His features harden. "For the next thirty days, you do what I ask, no questions."
"Yeah, yeah," I mutter. "So, what’s next? You going to throw me down and fuck me?"
"Don’t be crude." He smirks. "And by the way, my clothes look good on you."
I shiver. His clothes. I am wearing them, and while it is out of necessity, it seems more intimate than I care for the situation to be. "It’s temporary," I mutter. "What did you do with my clothes?"
"You won't need them anymore."
"Wait, what?" I blink. "What do you mean?"
"You wear what I allow you to, for the next—"
"Thirty days, yeah, yeah." I throw up my hands. "You sound like a broken record."
"Calm down." He presses a few buttons on the dash, then slaps a lever in place. "There, that should do to keep the boat on course for a while."
Which is more than I can say about my life right now.
He turns to face me, "Are you hungry?"
7
Karina
Twenty minutes later he places a plate of French Toast on the table in the galley.
"Breakfast for lunch?" I ask.
"Are you complaining?"
"No, actually, this is my favorite dish." I glance up at him, "I could eat it all day."
"I'll keep that in mind."
Alphahole being nice to me? I scan his features but his expression seems sincere enough. Hmph. I stare down, take in the perfectly presented plate.
Damn, he's even dusted powdered sugar on the French Toast. For someone who's an obnoxious grumpy-pants, he's gone to great efforts to prepare this meal for me. Fine, fine, so he can cook. So what? Doesn't make him more appealing. Of course, not.
He seats himself at the lone chair, then proceeds to uncork a bottle of champagne. The liquid fizzes out.
"What are we celebrating?"
"You, us… The start of a beautiful relationship?"
"Nothing beautiful about it so far," I snort, before turning it into a cough.
"What's that?" He smirks. "You say something?"
"Me?" I widen my gaze, "Of course, not. Just admiring your presentation of the food. I had no idea you could cook."
"I had no idea you couldn't."
