Page 9 of Billionaire Undeceived - Devon

In my world, that didn’t happen very often, and strangely, it was kind of a pleasant surprise.

Reese

What in the hell had I been thinking when I’d agreed to let Devon Remington come over for dinner?

I didn’t like the guy.

His incessant questions had always been annoying.

He was supposedly a womanizer, and I knew he was cynical.

Yet, here I was, making dinner for both of us.

“I should have made a no questions rule part of the deal tonight,” I muttered to myself as I cut up the vegetables for the stir-fry.

I still wasn’t exactly sure why I’d relented and invited him to dinner.

Maybe, for just a moment, I’d wanted to believe that Devon wanted to be my friend. That he was interested in me as a person, which was why he was always asking questions.

I wanted to think that all of his motives weren’t completely selfish.

I didn’t think for a single moment that he wanted to date me or something like that.

From what I’d heard, his hookups were tall, thin, and very sophisticated.

I was none of those things.

I was barely average height at five-foot-four, and a little on the curvy side.

I loved food and cooking. I tried to keep it healthy most days because if I didn’t, I would put on weight quickly. I liked to nourish my body with healthy food and stay away from chemical additives that were like poison to a body. However, I loved a good donut, ice cream, and carbs as much as the next woman. I was just careful about indulging in high calorie stuff more than was reasonable.

It had been a cold and pretty brutal winter, so I wasn’t exercising as much as I normally did, and staying holed up in my apartment didn’t help.

I definitely was not the type of woman Devon Remington would look at twice, but something had tugged at my heart when he’d said that he was going to go home and throw something out of a cardboard box into a microwave.

It had sounded like a lonely, unhealthy evening, and I’d always had kind of a caretaker personality.

It was probably ridiculous for me to feel sorry for a billionaire who had everything, but I’d sensed that Devon had really wanted to join me for dinner, and I’d instantly caved in.

Maybe I was just incredibly lonely myself, so I didn’t want anyone to feel that way.

And I definitely didn’t think he should be eating crappy food that wasn’t good for him. The guy was pushing forty.

If he started in on the questions and the cynicism, I could always boot him out.

Was it possible that he really did want to get to know me?

Damn my curiosity! There was only one way to find out, and my relationships in Crystal Fork would be a lot better if I was on good terms with Devon and not always trying to avoid him.

I’d consider this evening a test to see if we could actually get along.

Obviously, we shared some common interests, and I really did want to learn to ride.

Truth was, I was bored out of my mind sometimes. I liked living in a small town, but I just wasn’t used to not being occupied all the time.

In the city, I’d had friends over for dinner a lot, and I’d rarely had to eat alone.

I hadn’t had sex or a serious relationship in years. Not since my last one had ended almost four years ago, but I’d had a ton of good friends and my parents to keep me company.

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