Page 20 of Billionaire Unreachable: Wyatt

When those gorgeous gray eyes weren’t cold and frosty, they radiated with an intensity that took my breath away.

I felt like he could see what I was thinking, which was more than a little bit ridiculous, but it still scared the hell out of me.

“F-food?” I stammered as I broke eye contact with him.

I couldn’t look into those mesmerizing eyes of his for long without thinking about hot sex, tangled sheets, and multiple orgasms.

Not that I’d ever really experienced any of those things personally, but Wyatt was a guy who could make a woman fantasize about all of those things.

I couldn’t say I reallylikedhim, but all that raw masculinity screwed with my head and my body.

“Something smells good,” Wyatt commented in a deep, fuck-me baritone that was almost impossible to ignore.

He oozed testosterone, and my female hormones were responding accordingly.

Dammit!

I’d never wanted to hop into a bed with a man I didn’t even like, and the fact that just seeing Wyatt or hearing his voice could make me this edgy was unnerving.

Desperate to stop thinking about Wyatt Durand and sex, I strode over to the fridge and started pulling out the food I’d cooked earlier.

Food, Shelby! Just focus on the damn food, and for God’s sake, don’t look into his eyes.

“Red beans and rice, sour cream cornbread, and banana pudding,” I told him as I motioned for him to sit at the island. “Sit. I’ll heat it up for you.”

I could feel him watching me as I dashed around the kitchen, but he sat as requested at the island and rolled up the sleeves of his dress shirt. “You made all of that in your video today?” he asked huskily.

I shrugged, hating myself for wishing that I wasn’t dressed in an old pair of jeans that hugged my generous ass too tightly, and a simple, green, cotton shirt. My hair was pulled back in a snug ponytail, my usual style, especially when I was cooking. “Just the red beans and rice and the cornbread,” I confessed. “I made the pudding for you. It’s a no-bake, easy recipe. I thought you might like it. It’s sort of a thank you for letting me use your amazing kitchen.”

The pudding had been quick. It was really nothing more than layered custard, fresh bananas, and vanilla wafers that was topped with whipped cream. But I thought that Wyatt might appreciate it since he seemed to have a fondness for dessert.

“You made that dessert just because you thought I’d like it?” he questioned, his tone slightly confused.

I put a heaping plate of food in front of him, cut a large piece of cornbread, and put it onto a smaller plate. “You don’t like bananas?” I asked as I put the smaller plate with cornbread beside the red beans and rice.

“I like just about anything that has sugar in it, and I do like bananas,” he informed me. “I guess I’m just not used to anyone doing anything nice for me for no reason unless they’re family.”

His comment had been matter-of-fact, but it still made my heart squeeze inside my chest.

Really?

How was it possible that people hadn’t done just about anything to please a man like Wyatt Durand without getting paid for it?

He had to have women tripping all over themselves to make him happy, right?

Maybe he did have some hard edges, but hewasa very rich, powerful, and very attractive guy.

I thought about his comment for a minute, comparing things my cousins had told me with what Wyatt had just said.

“So everyone usually wants a piece of you, but they don’t offer you anything in return?” I asked.

He shrugged and started to devour his food. “Pretty much. Not unless I pay them to do something. Payment is generally expected, especially when you have as much money as I do.”

How many times had I heard that from Kaleb, Tanner, and Devon?

Too many.

And I still found it incredibly…sad.

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