Page 53 of Billionaire Unreachable: Wyatt

“I can’t dance,” I reminded him irritably.

Chase smirked before he took a sip of his wine. “You can dance as well as I can,” he corrected after he’d swallowed. “You just don’t most of the time, and you’re out of practice. It’s not like Dad didn’t teach all of us to dance. There’s no way you’ve forgotten how, Wyatt. Dancing was ingrained in us at childhood.”

My chest was tight as I watched Shelby laugh, and then inconspicuously move a little to loosen Jonas’s hold on her.

Bastard!

The older man wasn’t the least bit subtle about his efforts to move his hand down until he could touch Shelby’s ass.

“That asshole is married with several grandchildren,” I growled. “And he’s trying to feel Shelby up.”

“He’s probably had a little too much to drink,” Chase said with a shrug. “He gets a little grabby after he’s had a few. That’s why Tori always makes some excuse not to dance with him at this event. Obviously, she didn’t have a chance to warn Shelby about Meredith’s wandering hands before she accepted.”

I tossed back my whiskey and slammed the empty glass on the bar. “Then I guess I’m dancing tonight,” I said hoarsely.

I might not be a great dancer, but Shelby needed rescuing right now. She was smiling and laughing, but I knew her well enough to recognize that her smile was fake as hell.

She couldn’t wait to get away from Meredith, and I was going to make the end of this dance come a hell of a lot faster.

I ignored Chase’s low, amused laugh as I strode toward the dance floor to rescue Shelby.

I’d avoided dancing because it was what I usually did.

But this time, things were different.

I’d brought Shelby here.

I hated seeing her dance with other men.

Therefore, she’d only dance…with me.

“Your dance is over, Meredith,” I rumbled as I bodily moved him away from Shelby and took her into my arms. “Get lost, and don’t come back.”

The older man sputtered indignantly, but he didn’t argue as he made his way off the dance floor.

“Are you okay?” I asked Shelby as she relaxed in my arms.

“I’m fine,” she murmured close to my ear. “I just wasn’t sure how to end the dance without making a scene. He made it pretty clear that he’s a big donor. I’m sure he’s a sweet man, but I think he’s had a little too much to drink.”

“If anybody ever touches you like that again, make a damn scene,” I told her resolutely as my senses were bombarded by something other than her usual scent of strawberries and vanilla.

She was wearing the most cock stiffening scent that I’d ever inhaled. There was a touch of vanilla, but she also smelled like tropical, exotic flowers, and her fragrance had been driving me crazy all night long.

It was vibrant and bold, just like her behavior this evening.

I was barely able to keep a leash on my desire to haul her away like a caveman to a quieter area.

The only thing stopping me was my protectiveness toward Shelby. The media that was present at this event would make anything I did turn into salacious gossip.

That was the reason I’d been gritting my teeth all night, every time some lecherous asshole took her to the dance floor.

I’d never been reluctant to dance withher, even if I was out of practice.

I’d been hesitant to get this close to her because it was difficult to keep my hands off her.

But I’d rather take that chance than to watch another man lay hands on Shelby’s curvaceous body.

“Every other dance you dance tonight will be with me,” I informed her in a graveled voice as I tightened my arm around her waist possessively. “No more assholes trying to cop a feel. I don’t give a rat’s ass how big of a donor they are to this event. I should have asked for the first damn dance and made it clear that you were here with me.”

---