Page 9 of Billionaire Unexplained: Kaleb

She was a goddamn stranger to me, yet I still wondered…

Anna was beautiful, intelligent, and seemingly kind, so it was hard to believe she didn’t have someone in her life that she could run to instead of coming here alone.

Unfortunately, I was physically attracted to her. If she thought that wearing glasses made her less noticeable, she was wrong. But I was forty years old, not a horny teenager. I could control my dick when a beautiful woman was nearby. That had never been an issue for me before.

Yeah, I’d had a few relationships in the past, but they were generally short-lived because I was constantly consumed by my company and work.

After a while, I’d stopped trying to make an intimate partnership work.

I’d decided a long time ago that hookups with women my age who were also married to their careers worked out better for me, and I was okay with that.

It was easier and less complicated.

That was probably why I was surprised that I wanted to know more about Anna and what was happening in her life.

The woman had complicated written all over her, and I didn’t do complicated in my personal life. I actually had no personal life other than my family.

“Leave this situation alone, asshole,” I grumbled to myself as I checked the biscuits in the oven.

I wasn’t a culinary genius, but I could manage to put a simple meal together. My mother had refused to raise boys who couldn’t take care of themselves.

The cabin caretaker had stocked the place well, so most of my choices were heat-and-eat, which worked out fine for me since I didn’t do anything fancy.

“Did I hear you talking to yourself?” Anna asked as she strolled into the kitchen.

Hell, I’d forgotten that we were in a small cabin and that she could probably hear me from the bedroom.

I turned to see her smiling, her hair still damp from the shower. Every firm affirmation I’d just made to myself about her being a stranger flew right out of my brain.

It was like I couldn’t get a rational thought in my head when she was this damn close.

It wasn’t just the fact that she was beautiful.

There was something about Anna that made me want to know everything about her, even though it was none of my business.

“Bad habit,” I said, turning away from her warm smile and teasing eyes.

I pulled the biscuits out of the oven and turned down the heat on the stew.

“Can I help?” she asked softly. “I’m sorry I left you to cook dinner, but I really needed a hot shower. I was traveling most of the day, and that trek down your endless driveway worked up a sweat. I’m sure I didn’t smell very good.”

I hadn’t noticed.

She’d smelled fine to me.

Maybe too good.

“I can handle heating up stew and biscuits,” I replied, waving toward the small table in the kitchen. “Have a seat. I’m actually surprised that you’re still standing after nearly freezing to death.”

“I feel okay,” she insisted as she looked around the kitchen. “I’m just really exhausted.”

That wasn’t surprising after the day she’d had.

Honestly, she did look like she was wiped out, but I didn’t think the dark circles under her eyes were from trekking down the long driveway in the cold.

I dished up the stew and put a few biscuits on a plate as Anna put a gentle hand on the fancy coffee maker my mother adored.

“I have the exact same model,” she said adoringly as her hand stroked over the machine. “It makes the best salted caramel latte out there.”

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