Page 63 of Billionaire Unreachable: Wyatt

My heart heavy, I went to my bedroom, sat on my bed, and picked up my phone.

Maybe I should text him so he’ll see it first thing in the morning when he wakes up.

If I didn’t let him know how I was feeling somehow, I’d probably never sleep. The last thing in the world I wanted was to inadvertently hurt the one man who had been really good to me.

Me:I’m so sorry, Wyatt. I made an assumption I shouldn’t have made. I think I was insecure, and I assumed it wasn’t possible for this to be anything more than a passing attraction because I’m not really the type of woman a hot billionaire would notice. I should have just asked you for the truth like you asked me about my feelings for Justin. I hope I didn’t mess this up, because I know what I want now. And just FYI…I’m crazy about you, too.

I pressed the button to send the text before I could change my mind.

Whatever happened tomorrow, I was going to be honest with Wyatt and not let my stupid, leftover self-doubt from my trauma with Justin get in the way of my future relationships.

I’d isolated myself long enough.

If a man as self-contained as Wyatt could speak his mind, I could find the courage to do the same thing.

If I didn’t explore this inexplicable attraction Wyatt and I had, I knew I’d regret it for the rest of my life.

I’d never felt like this before, and I might never experience this kind of a connection with a guy again.

Regardless of what my ex-husband had said, I was apparently enough for Wyatt at the moment, and I needed to start believing exactly what he said.

He wasn’t a charmer and he didn’t spew bullshit, which was one of the many reasons I found him so attractive.

My phone still in my hand, I startled as my phone pinged from an incoming text.

Wyatt:Do you really expect me to sleep after a text like that?

I frowned as my thumbs flew to text him back.

Me:I thought you were already asleep. I couldn’t sleep until I apologized. Are you angry?

Wyatt:No. Not if you really meant what you just typed. I’m assuming that I’m the hot billionaire you were referring to in that text.

I smiled, wondering how he could doubt his ridiculous hotness. Seeing that massive expanse of bare skin over his muscular torso and chest in the kitchen had almost sent me into a lust-filled meltdown. Wyatt was ripped, and I’d been salivating to trace those six-pack abs with my tongue.

Me:You’re the only really hot billionaire I’m attracted to. Is it really weird that we’re texting each other when we live in the same house?

Wyatt:Nope. If I come over there, we won’t be talking. It’s safer. Now that I’m fully aware of your insecurities, I think I’d rather make sure that they’re banished before anything else happens. You matter to me, Shelby, and not just because I want to fuck you.

Tears welled up in my eyes, and when I blinked, they started to track down my face like a river.

At my age, it probably shouldn’t be the first time I’d heard that from a guy, but it was, and those words meant more to me than any fake compliments ever could.

Me:I care about you, too, Wyatt.

Wyatt:Do we want to discuss the terms of this new relationship?

Me:No rules and no terms. This isn’t a business deal. Let’s just be honest with each other.

Wyatt:Agreed. I’m officially asking you out on our first date tomorrow. Fair warning…I’ll probably suck at the whole dating thing, but I’ll give it my best shot.

My heart skittered.

Although it was hard for me to comprehend, Wyatt really wasn’t confident about his appeal to women. Tori had made that clear to me.

He had no idea that women would be falling all over him if he didn’t scare them away with his grumpy, cynical hardheadedness.

Me:It really doesn’t matter if you suck at it or not. I already like you, and you don’t have to worry about whether I’m attracted to you or not.

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