To Crave A Billionaire (An Alpha Billionaire Romance) (The Billionaire's Baby Series Book 3) by Ava Claire

Author:Ava Claire [Claire, Ava]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: alpha billionaire romance, billionaire romance, jacob and leila, billionaire erotic romance, ava claire, alpha billionaire, Billionaire, billionaire love
Publisher: Ava Claire
Published: 2016-10-09T21:00:00+00:00

Chapter Sixteen

Jacob looked more worried about trusting my culinary skills than Eichmann's little gift.

He leaned against the bar while I busied myself with gathering everything I needed. "Lay, you really don't have to cook." When I didn't answer or pause, he tried a different tactic. "Why don't I whip up something for you?”

I wielded a whisk like a weapon. "Don't even think about it. I am perfectly capable of making a gourmet meal for my husband." I went back to work, lining up a mixing bowl, a block of cheese and butter, a spatula, a grater for the cheese, and a frying pan.

I snatched up the apron Megan had gotten me as a gag gift because my dishes were things of legend. From all the stains on the thing you'd think I was hell on wheels in the kitchen. The tomato stain was a reminder of the time I'd burnt a pot of water and nearly sliced my finger off opening a can. The suspicious looking brown stains? The result of brownies gone very wrong when I was trying to use the stand mixer and coated myself, and the counters and cabinets, with brownie batter.

I was determined to cook the best scrambled eggs either of us had every tasted, because I'd nearly had a heart attack while we were waiting for the concierge to lift that lid, hoping Eichmann hadn't put a bomb or a biological weapon in there.

The box had been filled with onesies.

Eichmann knew where we lived and it was pretty clear that he was toying with us, and there wasn't much we could do about it...so I tried to do what people did when they were grieving. I would make a feast of eggs and cheese and toast, pretend their was champagne in my virgin mimosa, and try to not let the bastard get me done.

I drummed my fingers on the counter, swiping the whisk like a woman on a mission. "I'm ready to go."

Jacob scanned the counter and settled back on the stool with a sexy little smirk. "What's on the menu? Shredded cheese?"

"Shredded-" I slapped my forehead. I had the butter, the block of cheddar, salt, pepper, mixing bowl—and no eggs.

I cracked open the fridge and pulled out a carton of eggs. I kept my head high, ignoring his chuckle. Pretending I hadn't forgotten the most important ingredient. "Just making sure you're paying attention."

"Uh huh," he teased.

I made a face at him and he launched from the seat, tearing into the kitchen with mischief in his eyes.

I backed away, right into the fridge, and there was no going anywhere, except through him. I could have fixated on the dread that had ended our post coital bliss, but I didn't want to. I just wanted to fade into his bright blue eyes, let the static lust crackle as he leaned in, his lips so close to mine that our breath mingled and our bodies screeched to just kiss already.

He snatched the air from my lungs, shoving his mouth on mine, slamming his hands on the fridge like he was making his last stand.

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