Pregnant with Four Alphas' Babies: A Reverse Harem Romance
“Nope, it’s the same perfume I always wear.”
I scrunch my nose as I look at her. “Well, did you mix it with something else?”
“Umm, no,” Shelby replies as she looks at me with one eyebrow arched.
I lean back in my chair, trying to inhale as much unscented air as I can. Vienna lifts a cover off one of the plates. I see deviled eggs that are sprinkled with paprika. The smell is horrible, but I still feel my mouth salivating.
I hurriedly pick one up and shove it in my mouth. As soon as the soft yolk hits the back of my throat, I feel like my stomach is doing a somersault. I quickly push the chair back and rush to the bathroom.