Page 25 of Unwilling Vow (Mafia Marriages 4)

Well, it’s not like one hundred dollars is going to get her far at the grocery store when I gave her that money for gas for her car, too.

I pull out my wallet.

“What are you doing?”

“How much do you have in your bank account?” I ask. I can’t imagine it’s much. I could have Matteo find out the exact number, but that isn’t how I work. I expect honesty.

She laughs nervously. “You don’t ask someone that question.”

“I’m guessing not much since you were living in your car and your gas tank was practically on empty this morning.” I pull out another hundred-dollar bill. “I want you to eat healthy while you’re trying to get pregnant.”

“I know. I read the contract. No alcohol. No drugs. No fun.” Olivia smirks, but I get the notion that she’s teasing me. “I promise I will take good care of your little bun in my oven.”

Her words make my heart strum.

I exhale a sharp breath and steer the conversation back to business.

“I will wire the advance to your account today, but you should have cash on you. The market across the street is cash only, and they have the freshest fruits and vegetables. They cost more, but they’re organic, and I want the absolute best for my baby.”

“Of course,” Olivia says. There’s a faint smile on her face, like she’s pleased to do this for me.

She doesn’t mock me. She’s calm and collected.

“What do you want to do about dinner? Take out doesn’t seem healthy,” she asks.

It’s already late, and going down to the store, even just across the street, will take time, as will cooking dinner.

“Well, you’re not pregnant yet. I think if we order food in and have it delivered, it will be fine for tonight,” I say.

I’m glad she’s taking my requests seriously, all of them.

“Okay. I don’t know what’s available on this side of town. Do you know where delivers?” she asks.

The familiar places that I order from are a bit far from the apartment. I pull out my phone and check the local listings. “There’s Chinese, Thai, Italian, Japanese. The list goes on,” I say. “What do you have a taste for?”

She licks her lips.

The motion makes my cock stir.

Down boy. She cannot be eliciting that type of response. I need to keep myself in check.

“Everything sounds delicious. I should have eaten more than a salad for lunch,” Olivia says with a nervous laugh. “Now I’m starving.”

Me too, but my desire is less about food and more about her.

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