Page 19 of The Billionaire's Baby
I frown, "How do you know that?"
"Lucky guess?" He pours out a glass of champagne, then holds it up to me. "To us."
I don’t respond. I watch as he takes a sip, then nods in approval. "Want a taste?"
I shake my head. "I am not…drinking."
He blinks, then comprehension fills his face, "Because you’re uh…"
I nod, "Yeah, because I’m readying my body for a possible pregnancy."
He takes one more sip, then places the glass aside. "I won’t either, then."
Huh?I stare. "You don’t have to… I mean, you can…" I shake my head. "Why would you do something like that?"
He frowns down at the plate of food, then back up at me, "Seems the right thing to do. After all, I am one-half of the equation here… At least, for the next—" he stops and chuckles, "few days.’
"Good save," I mutter. "Is that food for me?" I jerk my chin toward the plate.
"It’s for us."
"I don’t see a chair for me."
"I never have company on this boat."
"You mean you’ve never…"
"Never had a woman on board," he confirms. "You are the first."
"Not sure how I feel about that." I walk over to the table, reach for the sole fork and knife he’s placed there. He slaps away my hand.
"Ouch." I shake out my fingers. "What was that for?"
"No eating until I feed you."
"What?" I exclaim. "This is complete bullshit. Don’t tell me you have no other cutlery."
"This is it," he confirms to me. "I don’t carry any extra weight aboard this ship."
Except for me, apparently.
He pats his lap, "Come here, Sparks."
I stare at him. "And if I won’t?"
"Where will you go?" He glances about the space. "We are at sea, in case you’ve forgotten."
Not likely.
"Come on," he lowers his voice to a hush, "be a good girl now."
I set my jaw. Hate being called that. Good girl, huh?
He cuts himself a piece of the French Toast and eats it. "Mmm." He licks his lips. "Sure you don’t want to share?"
My stomach rumbles. He cuts another slice, then forks it up, and offers it to me. "Go on, you know you want to."
"Only if I can feed myself."
