Page 152 of The Billionaire's Baby

She stares at me, then bursts out laughing. "Why not? It’s time the alphaholes realize they can’t have their way in everything."

"Damn right," I mutter.

Behind me, Isla claps her hands. "Ladies, who wants a glass of wine? Other than Victoria and Karina, that is."

The women stare at me.

"You’re not drinking?" Julia asks.

"Umm." I twist my fingers together. "Just doing a detox thing," I mutter.

"Ah," Amelie nods, "that’s wise. Just as long as you are not on a food diet of any kind, because," she places the bag she’s carrying on the coffee table, then rummages around in it before producing a container and pulling off the lid. "Tada," she crows, "homemade chocolate chip cookies."

"OMG." Julia jumps toward it and grabs one from the tin. "I am starving." She chomps her way through half of it, then rolls her eyes, "Ohh…. It’s almost as good as an orgasm."

"Nothing’s as good as an orgasm." Summer smirks, reaching for a cookie as well.

"Especially not when you have an alphahole on hand, ready to use his…uh…hand, and other parts of his anatomy, to provide one on demand." Amelie cackles.

"Pleaaaase, you girls." Isla claps her hands on her ears. "Can you spare me the details? Especially since I know your husbands. Speaking of, can we get back to the topic at hand,” she smirks, “i.e. Project Alphaprank?"

All of their faces swivel toward me. I reach for a cookie, then walk back to my seat. "Yeah, tell me more." I bite into the pastry and the chewy chocolate chunks coat my tongue. "Oh." My eyes roll back in my head, "This is incredible." I turn to Amelie, "That’s some baking skills you have there."

She giggles, "That’s what Weston also says. Although," her forehead creases, "he may have been referring to something more than baking."

The girls laugh and Isla groans. I glance between them and polish off the rest of the cookie.

"So…whatever you have in mind," I address my question to the group in general, "wouldn’t the men object to it?"

"Why would they?" Summer raises her shoulders. "Besides, we’re not involving the men in this, are we?"

"Nope." Julia touches her earlobe.

"Nah." Amelie shakes her head.

"What we come up with in this room, stays in this room," Victoria says, her tone serious.

"Oh." A warm sensation fills my chest. "You ladies sure about this?" I chuckle. "I don’t want your husbands finding out and then being upset with you all."

"Oh, pfft," Summer waves her hand in the air, "our alphaholes are actually tabby cats in disguise."

"Fierce, but all they need is a rub on the tummy, or uh, on other parts of their anatomy, for them to behave." Julia chuckles.

"Ugh!" Isla makes a face. "Stop already."

"I don’t want you guys getting into trouble," I mumble, "I mean, isn’t it a rule or something that you have to share everything with your husbands?"

Silence for a beat, then another. Then Amelie turns to me, "Umm…excuse me, but where’s the mystery in the marriage if you tell them everything? I mean, there are certain things that you’re absolutely never going to share with your other half, come what may. Feminine mystique is still a thing, and even more important, once you’re married."

"True that," Julia pipes up, as the others nod in assent. “Of course, there’s always the chance they’d want to help if we told them.”

"Okay, but let’s wait on that," I blow out a breath, "if you all are sure about this."

"We are," Summer replies.

"Question is, are you?" Isla fixes her gaze on me.

I twirl a strand of hair around my finger. "I... I don’t want to hurt him." I jump up and begin to pace again. " I mean, I want to show him that he can’t take me for granted, but really, that’s all." I turn to them, "Know what I mean?"