Page 30 of Oops Baby for the Billionaire
“I thought it would be easier to keep you trapped in this hellish prison if you were well fed,” he says.
I jerk my head up.
“A joke,” he adds.
The next bag has peanut butter, four other kinds of nut butter that look increasingly expensive as I pull them out, and an eye popping assortment of pickled vegetables.
“Pickles, really?”
“The internet said cravings can be unpredictable,” he says. “There should be some ice cream, too. The concierge would have put that in the freezer already.”
I open the sub-zero. It’sfull. And only with ice cream, at least ten different flavors.
And they all look delicious.
Roman shrugs out of his suit jacket and tugs off his tie. “What do you want to eat for dinner?”
“Is ice cream the wrong answer?”
He laughs.
I’m not sure what to ask for. I’m usually a basic ramen and canned chicken girl, so…
“Ramen?” he growls.
I wince. “Did I say that out loud? There’s nothing wrong with ramen. But I eat pretty much everything.”
“Steak? Salad?”
My stomach rumbles.
He nods and rolls up his shirt sleeves, revealing another tattoo on his left forearm.
“How many tattoos do you have?” I blurt out.
He touches the one on his arm. “Three.” He taps his neck, and then reaches around to pat his shoulder. “And one on my back. They’re all from when I was younger. Do you have any?”
I shake my head and unpack the next bag of groceries. “Four kinds of bread?”
“Variety is important,” he says.
“I think that’s vegetables, not bread.”
“I’ve got the vegetables covered, too.” He lifts a few different kinds of lettuce from the next bag. “And if you can’t get what you need from groceries, there’s some prenatal vitamins in here.”
I find that bag. An entire bag of every brand of vitamin in the grocery store.
“I assume you have a preference.”
“You could have asked.”
“Time was of the essence. We’ll give what you don’t want to the food bank.”
“Is this what you were doing on your phone while we packed my stuff into the limo?”
“I’ve always been good at multitasking.”
I hold up a package of menstrual pads. “Do you know I don’t need these right now?”
