Page 12 of Billionaire Undeceived - Devon

He crossed his muscular arms over his chest and just observed me for a minute like he’d never seen me before.

The silence was just getting uncomfortable when he drawled, “You’re an interesting woman, Reese Martin. I think I’m going to enjoy getting to know you better.”

I sent him a hesitant smile because my heart ached just a little.

I was starting to think I’d like to get to know Devon, too, but he’d never really be able to get to know me.

There were parts of me he could never know.

I could tell him my likes and dislikes, but it was impossible for him to know everything about me.

And for the first time since I’d known Devon, I was starting to regret that fact.

Devon

“Dinner was incredible,” I told Reese as we enjoyed a glass of wine in the living room after dinner.

I wasn’t trying to flatter her.

Shewasan amazing cook, and she’d fed me until I couldn’t eat another bite, which was unusual for me since I had an extremely healthy appetite.

The stir-fry had been some of the tastiest I’d ever had, and I’d never known that stuffed apples could be that good.

I couldn’t say that I’d learned a lot about her from being in her apartment except that she’d been telling the truth about her love for cooking.

She’d obviously brought a few things with her when she’d moved, like the smattering of vintage items I’d seen scattered around her living room.

I’d only seen one large photo on a tiny vintage table along the wall. She’d told me it was her favorite picture of her parents.

Otherwise…nothing that really said anything significant about her past.

Reese’s apartment was so small that she didn’t have a table, so we had eaten on TV trays in her living room.

She was obviously getting comfortable with me because we’d talked a lot throughout our dinner.

She didn’t seem hesitant to answer my questions, but I was a lot more subtle, asking less invasive getting-to-know-her questions.

I wasn’t grilling her like I used to, and I found myself interested in her answers simply because she was a fascinating woman.

Just like her decorating, her interests were eclectic, and she was knowledgeable on more subjects than I’d expected.

I’d discovered that she loved to read everything from nonfiction to romance, so that might be where she acquired her knowledge.

She was incredibly intelligent, even more so than I’d thought earlier.

I was starting to find myself asking questions about things I didn’t need to know simply because I was intrigued by the way her mind worked.

How was it possible that I’d known Reese for months, but had never realized that she was probably a woman I could actually like?

Hell, that was probably my fault because I’d put her on the defensive almost immediately.

The only problem I had with spending time in Reese’s company was that my dick was starting to like her, too.

Every damn time she laughed or smiled at me, my cock responded instantly.

I’d always known she was beautiful.

I knew a lot of beautiful women.

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