Page 38 of Billionaire Unreachable: Wyatt

A lot better.

“What about you, Wyatt?” Shelby queried softly. “Are you happy?”

She asked that question like she was genuinely interested, which was puzzling to me.

Everyone assumed I was ecstatically happy because I had enough money to buy anything I wanted.

I couldn’t remember if anyone outside of my family had ever asked me that question.

“I’m obscenely rich,” I answered gruffly.

“Money doesn’t buy happiness, silly,” she said with a light, joyful laugh.

Maybe I should be offended because she’d called mesilly,something no one in my world would dare to utter.

But coming from her mouth, the word almost sounded like an endearment, so I let it pass.

“Maybe not,” I conceded. “But it doesn’t hurt.”

“Do you like the work that you do at Durand?”

I shrugged. “It was my legacy, and I want to run the company in a way that would make my father proud. There are aspects of it that I enjoy and some that I don’t.”

“Just like any profession,” she pondered. “I can’t say that I love doing some of the cleanup after the cooking, but you have to take the good with the bad when you enjoy what you’re doing.”

“Exactly,” I agreed. “So tell me what would make you happier than you are already?”

Fuck!I had no idea why I’d asked her that question, but I was suddenly and uncharacteristically obsessed with Shelby Remington’s happiness for some damn reason.

Hell, if anyone deserved happiness, it was her.

I picked up Xena while I was waiting for Shelby’s answer because she was begging for some attention. I already knew that the needy monster wouldn’t stop whining until she got exactly what she wanted.

I put her on the sofa beside me, which immediately made her settle down.

Shelby shot me a grin as she rubbed the canine’s belly. “Not happening. I’m not going to tell you. You didn’t really answermyquestion yet.”

I scowled at her, but her smile just became a little more mischievous.

She wasn’t the least bit daunted, and I knew she wasn’t going to talk until she got an answer.

Cheeky woman.

“I’m as happy as I can be,” I replied vaguely.

I would be happier if I could get this woman in my bed, naked, willing, and screaming my name because she was having the best orgasm of her life.

I didn’t want to admit to myself just how badly I wanted Shelby Remington. It was distracting, and almost nothing distracted me.

Just being in the same room with her made my dick hard, and that little problem seemed to be getting worse and worse instead of better.

Forget about it! She’s not the kind of woman you can fuck without some kind of commitment, asshole.

For once, I actually ignored that warning voice in my head because those cautionary words just weren’t helping anymore.

Somehow, Shelby was getting under my thick skin, and if I let her get any closer, I wasn’t completely sure I’d want to let her go anytime soon.

Shelby

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