Page 32 of Seduced By a Billionaire

“It’s pretty boring.”

“I doubt that.” He stared at her intently, his eyes felt like they were seeing into her soul.

“Really, it’s true… work, water sports, occasional dinner with friends.”

“You said your parents were both gone?”

“Yes, my biological and my adopted parents have all passed.”

“I’m sorry. I do remember you telling me that. I apologize if I ask you to repeat anything. I was pretty out of it for a while.”

The waiter surreptitiously appeared, placing a small dish with a variety of olives next to the breadbasket with a warm baguette nestled inside the cloth. He poured a generous portion of olive oil onto a small plate and added ground pepper and freshly grated parmesan cheese for dipping. “I’ll be back with your first course and salads.”

“Thank you.”

They both reached for the bread at the same time, their hands brushing. Kyle’s eyes burned with intensity, “You do realize that you are an exquisite creature, don’t you? How could you not?”

“I don’t know how to answer that.”

Kyle devoured her. As if hypnotized, she couldn’t look away. Ella couldn’t decide what made him sexier, his chiseled features, his dark designer stubble, or was it his sinfully thick dark lashes? She was caught in his web,mesmerized. He was the sexiest man she had ever laid eyes on. And damn it to hell…she wanted him.

Kyle could see his own desire reflected in her expression. Her eyes big pools of shimmering green, her lips plump and sumptuous…inviting him. Damn his body! His fractured ribs, his broken arm, not to mention his fucked up leg, were major barriers to him having what he wanted. His lack of control wasn’t something he was used to or patient about. He was used to taking what he wanted, when he wanted it—instant gratification.

“Why do you have to be so damned sexy?”

“Kyle, stop. The rules,” Ella said in a whisper.

“The rules suck.”

“Kyle…”

“You do know what I think of your rules don’t you?” He grabbed her hand his thumb rubbing her inner wrist. “I’d like to shove everything off this table and take you right here and now.”

She laughed at that, breaking the sexual tension, “Your waiter would really enjoy walking in on that I’m sure.”

He grinned, “You’ve got a point.”

Their exchange was interrupted by the salad and first course, which was a welcome distraction. “You’re getting quite good with that left hand of yours,” Ella commented.

“Desperate times, desperate measures.”

“I’m betting there isn’t anything you can’t do if you put your mind to it.”

“Arts and crafts?”

She choked on her wine, snorting with glee at the image of Kyle sitting over a needlepoint loom. “That image slays me,” she said.

“As it should.”

“What other hobbies does the mysterious Kyle Bennett do in his free time?”

“I have my pilot license and I own a small Cessna. My father’s company also has a small private jet at our family’s disposal. I love sailing, taking my boat out. I’m trained classically in piano.”

“That sounds like a billionaires guide to fun,” she said withdrawing her hand from his caress.

“I can travel 1200 miles in two hours just in my small Cessna. Opens up your options for date night.”

“I’d say. Do you do sports?”

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