Page 54 of Billionaire Unreachable: Wyatt

Her body plastered perfectly against mine, she tilted her head back and smiled at me, that damn perfect dimple back on her cheek. “Jonas is the only man who got a little overenthusiastic,” she said cheerfully.

“Doesn’t matter,” I said with a grunt. “You’re here with me.”

She shot me an exasperated look. “You’re being bossy again. It’s not like men are falling all over me. Most of them asked out of politeness, and the majority of them were married and old enough to be my father.”

“Every one of them looked at you like they wanted to get you naked. I should know. I was watching every single one of them, and they were looking at you like I look at you.”

“Then why didn’t you just ask me to dance yourself?” she asked with a frown. “You’re an incredible dancer.”

I ignored her question since it wasn’t one that I wanted to answer right now. “Have I told you how beautiful you look tonight?”

She nodded slowly, the gorgeous smile on those incredible, full lips growing wider and more sensual. “Many times, starting at Tori’s house and spilling over into that amazing dinner we all had before we came here. It’s been a major confidence booster since I know you aren’t the kind of guy to bullshit me. Did I thank you for that dinner? The food was incredible.”

It was a good dinner at one of San Diego’s best restaurants. Tori, Chase, and their spouses had been with us, but all I’d been able to focus on was Shelby. I could have been eating at a fast food place. I’d barely registered the quality of the food earlier because all of my attention had been on her.

Not that Shelby wasn’t always beautiful, but tonight, I could tell that she felt beautiful, and that confidence looked especially good on her.

“You did thank me for dinner,” I confirmed as we moved around the floor, Shelby following me like we’d been dancing in sync like this forever. “But you still haven’t explained why you didn’t let Tori use my credit card. I told you that I wanted to pay for everything for this event since you’re doing me a favor by being here with me.”

Her body matched mine perfectly, and by now, she’d probably realized that every sway of her hips drove me closer to insanity.

My cock was harder than granite. I had absolutely no control over my dick when Shelby was in the same room with me.

Strangely, I really didn’t give a shit about my personal discomfort right now. It felt too damn good to claim her and make sure every bastard in the room knew that she was with me.

“Do people always obey your every command?” she teased.

“Almost always,” I answered honestly. “Everyone except you and my family, who basically ignore everything I say.”

“I’ve never been especially good at taking orders,” she said in a breathless tone that made my cock twitch. “I could afford to pay for those things thanks to your help on my blog. I don’t need your money, Wyatt. I wanted to be here. And I’m having a good time, especially now that I’m dancing with the hottest guy at this gala. I guarantee that every woman here wants to be me right now, and I’ve never been that woman who gets the attention of Prince Charming. It’s nice, even if it’s only a fairy tale.”

I scowled down at her. “I’m no Prince Charming.”

She moved her arms around my neck as the music slowed, and shot me a mischievous look. “Oh no, you don’t. If you’re not Prince Charming, then I can’t be Cinderella, and I’m enjoying this fantasy at the moment.”

“Is that how you feel?” I asked skeptically.

Hell, if she was happy, then I’d gladly pretend to be anyone she wanted.

“Yes,” she said with a small giggle. “I’m full of good food and champagne, and I’m extremely happy with my gorgeous rescuer right now. Don’t pop my bubble, mister. Just keeping dancing with me.”

Hell, she was tipsy. Even though she’d been on the dance floor almost constantly, she’d managed to quickly toss back glasses of champagne that the staff had been passing around in abundance between dances. Anything stronger had to be grabbed at the bar, but she hadn’t seemed to mind the champagne. In fact, she’d tossed a few back as soon as we entered the event, which made me wonder if she’d actually been a little nervous. I probably shouldn’t take advantage of her somewhat intoxicated state, but I was a guy who always used every advantage I could get, and I saw no reason to stop that inclination right now. I pulled her tightly against me as the lights grew dimmer and the beat of the music slowed.

I’d stay right here, holding her as long as she wanted, doing whatever the hell I could to keep her smiling and laughing.

Shelby Remington hadn’t experienced much joy in her own life over the last several years, yet she went out of her way to make other people happy.

“I’m not the hottest man in the room,” I told her as my hand slid up her back to toy with her silken curls.

Christ!

Her damn scent.

Her damn seductive voice.

Her damn dress.

Her warm, willing, voluptuous body plastered against me.

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