Page 7 of Billionaire Undeceived - Devon

She shrugged. “If I eventually meet the right man.”

“Maybe I’ve just never met the right woman,” I said nonchalantly.

To my chagrin, Reese rolled her eyes as she answered, “I doubt you’ve been looking for the right woman.”

She was right, but I wasn’t going to admit that to her.

I needed her to believe that I had some interest in her and wasn’t just asking annoying questions because I was suspicious of her in some way.

It wasn’t like she was going to be hurt if she realized that I wasn’t smitten with her.

Reese definitely had no serious interest in me.

She’d made that perfectly clear.

I ignored her last comment and asked, “So are you going to learn to ride or not?”

She sighed unhappily. “I told Hannah I would. She thinks you’re offering out of the goodness of your heart, and I didn’t want to hurt her feelings. She wants to do something nice for me, and she can’t teach me to ride when she’s pregnant.”

I grinned, genuinely amused because she sounded so forlorn about the whole idea.

I was a billionaire, fairly young to be so wealthy, and I wasn’t horrible to look at. Most women pursuedme.

I found it interesting that Reese would rather avoid me at all costs.

Still, I wasn’t dissuaded.

I could be a charming guy when I wanted to be.

I’d just have to work a little harder to make Reese relax and actually enjoy my company.

She glanced at the clock. “I really need to close up. It’s getting late.”

I stood, finally taking her very obvious hint to get my ass out of the office.

“Hot date?” I teased.

She nodded. “A hot date with my wok in the kitchen. I love to cook. I’m trying out a new stir-fry dish I saw on a cooking show. After that, I’m going to binge watch some episodes of Antiques Roadshow. I missed a lot of episodes last season.”

Okay, we were making progress. She’d actually shared a little information about herself.

Yeah, it was everyday information, but it was…something.

“I hate to cook,” I admitted truthfully. “Can I come try out your new dish later?”

She laughed. “Do you want to watch Antiques Roadshow, too?” she joked.

She obviously thought I was joking.

“I saw all of last season’s episodes, but I’ll try not to spoil the surprises,” I said hopefully.

I really wanted to finagle my way into her apartment. It might tell me more about her.

Plus, I really did hate to cook, but I loved to eat.

“No, you did not,” she answered. “I don’t see you as the kind of guy who watches collectibles and antiques shows.”

“I’ve been collecting coins since I was a kid, but I also like to acquire rare items related to music. Rare musical instruments and vinyl records,” I informed her. “I also collect art pieces that appeal to me. Mom is a huge fan of Antiques Roadshow, and she got me hooked years ago.”

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