Page 16 of The Virgin's Baby
“Beer,” Ricardo replied. “Or white wine.”
I had to chuckle. “Or a whiskey sour.” I held up my glass then took a drink.
She didn’t look like she was happy with the idea of eating the delicacies. “So, one should be drunk to eat these things then. Makes perfect sense.”
I could’ve told Ricardo to take them back and bring us something more her speed. But I thought I might try my hand at pushing her toward doing something she didn’t want to do. It sounded like fun to me. “I guess you’ll be the first to down them with water as a chaser. Thanks, Ricardo. We’re good here.”
Her eyes followed him as he walked away. I picked up one of the shells the meaty muscle was nestled in. She watched me as I put a dash of Tabasco on top before lifting the shell to allow the oyster to slide into my mouth before going down my throat. Then I took a drink ending with an “Ah. Try one.”
Her head shook. “Oh, I don’t.”
I wasn’t going to let her get away without at least eating one. Sliding my chair over closer to her, I picked up another shell. “I’ll help you. It’s not bad at all. I promise. Come on now. Open up, and I’ll do all the work. You’ll see. It slides right down your throat.”
Her eyes were as wide as they could go. Her lips trembled. “I don’t.”
I put one finger to her plump lips. “You just haven’t yet. That doesn’t mean you don’t want to try it. Come on. Part those lips of yours and let me do this. It won’t hurt you a bit.”
With her eyes glued to mine, she finally nodded then closed her eyes and opened her mouth, leaning her head back to make sure that thing slid down her throat.
“Don’t chew it. Let it move on its own then swallow when it hits your throat.” My cock’s interest was piqued as I watched her throat bob as she gulped.
Lifting the shell to make sure the oyster went right into her throat, I tipped it, and it slipped off and went right down the way I’d said it would. After swallowing it, she opened those pretty eyes. “Hey, I did it. You were right. It wasn’t bad at all. I didn’t taste a thing.”
Handing her the glass of water, I said, “Here, let this wash it down, and I’ll give you another one. If you want.”
“Let me try it,” she said as she took a sip.
Sitting there, I couldn’t help but laugh as she ate three in a row. “See, you do like to try new things. So, how about a glass of white wine?”
“Okay,” she agreed with a nod. “But you can’t take anything I say to heart. Like, if I tell you that I’ll do this thing for you, you can’t take that to mean that I actually will. You know?”
“This is just a preliminary step, Aspen. Of course, I won’t hold you accountable for any words you say—only accountable for any legal forms you sign.” I ate an oyster myself before getting Ricardo to bring her a glass of their finest white wine.
The girl was already doing things she’d never considered doing before. I was growing more and more certain I could get her to have my baby.
By the time the first course was over, Aspen had already drank half the glass of wine. “This stuff is so good, Ransom. Thank you for suggesting it.” She took another sip then put the glass down.
Ricardo came and took the empty appetizer bowl away before returning with a creamy soup. “Crab bisque,” he informed us. “Enjoy.”
I had to shift away a little, so our elbows wouldn’t hit when we ate the soup. But I had to admit that I liked the vibe between us; she was easy to be around. Then that scared me a bit.
Maybe she’s not the right one to do this with.
“Have you ever thought before about having children, Aspen?” I thought that question might help me understand her better.
“No.” She took the first bite of soup and moaned so damn sexily my cock jerked in my jeans. “Oh, Jesus, this is so smooth and delicious.” She took another spoonful and made an extraordinary moan that sent my cock into overdrive. It pushed against my jeans to the max, making me a little uncomfortable.
All I could do was watch her eat; I hadn’t even taken a bite of mine yet. With a smile, she picked up my spoon and dipped it into my bowl. Holding out the spoon to me, I understood that she wanted to feed me. So, I opened my mouth, and she gently tucked in the spoon and I closed my lips over it. “It is good,” I said.
She shook her head. “It’s better than good. It’s exquisite. The bits of crab are so tender, and the seasoning is intricate, delicate yet somehow sturdy.”
“Ah, have I found myself a foodie?” I joked.
“I don’t know what you’ve found to be honest.” She leaned back in her chair thoughtfully. “Ransom, don’t take this the wrong way.”
“I’ll try not to,” I told her.
“I don’t think having your baby is a good idea. I don’t think you’re going to be the kind of father I would want for my kid.” She held up her hand to forestall me as I started to say something in my defense. “Not that I don’t think men can raise children. My father raised me from a baby too. But I think you’re still too much of a…for lack of a better word…playboy.”
