The Trillionaire's Kiss: Book One in Trillionaire Wishes (Fountain of Love) by Ella Mansfield Read Free Book Online

auctions are actually very loving to the women they buy.  I know it sounds cold and callous, but the women usually end up loving the men who purchase them."
    Alicia shook her head.  "My friends would hate that.  I hope they're all right."  She suddenly sat up with a thought.  "Computer, are Megan Simone or Alexa Anderson living now?"  Please say yes.  Please say yes.
    "Data unknown." 
    She sagged.  "I'm going to keep trying to find them.  I wonder what the fountain did to them.  I don't think it ever occurred to any of us that we would be transported through time.  As much as we all loved Back to the Future , we didn't expect it to happen in our lifetimes."
    "I've seen that movie!"  Calor smiled at her.  "See?  We're not so different after all."
    She laughed.  "We were born over three hundred years apart.  Me in a world where women outnumbered men, and you in a world where there are almost no women to speak of.  You're a spacecraft engineer, and I'm a lawyer for a small township in Minnesota.  You're a trillionaire, and I eat at McDonalds at least one night per week."  She had a bad habit of eating out way too much, as most of the people she knew in her time did.
    "McDonalds?  That's a place that's stood the test of time!  I love their soy nuggets.   Especially with sweet and sour sauce."
    She wrinkled her nose.  "Soy nuggets?  Really?" He had to be kidding.
    "Real meat is too expensive for a place like McDonalds."  He sighed.  "You have to have a lot of money to be able to eat real meat these days."   To him meat costing a great deal was just a fact of life, like knowing that women wouldn't be available when he grew up.
    "Then I'm thankful you took me out for steak last night.  It was delicious."
    He stroked her cheek.  "Anything for you.  I'll want you to eat plenty of meat as you get ready to carry my baby."
    Alicia felt a pang.  He acted as if he cared a great deal, and he was attentive, but was he just doing it so she would be healthy enough to carry his child?  Was that all he wanted from her?  And what would he do with any babies she had?  Would the girls be sold?  "What will you do if we have a daughter?  Would you sell her in one of the auctions?"  She had to know before she could make any real decisions.  She could already be pregnant.   It took everything she had inside her to not curl her hands around her belly protectively.
    "Of course not!  Our daughter would be matched up with any young man she wanted."  He thought for a moment.  "The younger generation is not going to be large.  There won't be ma ny boys to choose from, but she will have her choice.  No daughter of mine will be sold."  He couldn't bear the idea of selling his daughter.  He hated the auctions that were taking place, even though he understood their necessity.
    She let out a sigh of relief.  She couldn't imagine allowing her daughter to be sold at auction or anywhere else.  Women had fought too hard to be recognized as equals for the world to be set back hundreds of years because some idiot doctors and scientists had decided to do away with childbirth.  She could see where they had thought it would be a good thing, but now?  It was nothing of the sort.  "Thank you."
    He shrugged, hating that she felt the need to thank him for something he was so passionate about.  "I feel as strongly as you do about it."  He kissed her cheek softly.  "I need to get back to work.  I did call my friend, Bill, and his tailor will be here this afternoon to fit you with clothes."  He stroked his hand over the front of her robe.  "As beautiful as this is on you, I want you to have more clothes to wear."
    "Your friend Bill has a wife?"   How was that possible? 
    He nodded. "His wife, April, was a girl who was purchased at auction.  I've heard only good things about her."
    "You haven't met her?"  Why wouldn't he have met his friend's wife.  He talked like they were very close.
    He shook his head.  "No, they