Billionaire Undaunted: The Billionaire's Obsession ~ Zane by J. S. Scott Page B

too.
    “I’m not picky,” he agreed readily. “Show me how and I’ll do it.”
    “You seriously can’t cook?” she asked curiously. “How do you eat?”
    He shrugged. “In Denver, I order out or get stuff I can toss in the microwave. I have a housekeeper who takes pity on me and leaves me meals that I can just nuke most of the time. When I’m here, I usually have stuff around for sandwiches. I guess I ran out.”
    Ellie pulled out a carton of eggs and some other items before searching for a large frying pan. Somehow it seemed funny that a guy with his IQ couldn’t cook an egg.
    He’s a billionaire. He doesn’t need to cook for himself.
    Ellie couldn’t even imagine what it was like to have so much money that someone could just hire someone to do everyday tasks. Strangely, it didn’t seem like he had a housekeeper here in Rocky Springs. When he’d said the house was a mess, he was right. The place could use a good cleaning, and there were stacks of papers and various items that had never been organized everywhere.
    He watched as she worked, hovering as though she might fall over at any moment. It was as endearing as it was irritating.
    “I’m fine, Zane. Really. I feel better just being able to be out of bed and on my feet.” Finding a task to do for him made her feel less tired and useless, and it took her mind off her troubles.
    “I never thought about getting the house ready, or having somebody leave us dinner,” he grumbled.
    “It doesn’t matter,” she answered honestly. “I want to help out while I’m here.”
    “You’re supposed to be resting.”
    “Cooking a simple meal isn’t hard labor,” she told him jokingly. “Sit.” She motioned toward the kitchen table.
    He sat and thanked her as she put a plate in front of him piled high with an omelet, toast, and fried potatoes. She placed a plate with a smaller portion across from him. While gathering utensils, she reached into the refrigerator and grabbed two cans of soda and brought them to the table before sitting across from him.
    “See. Not so hard,” she told him with a teasing smile.
    “You make it look easy,” he muttered in a deep voice.
    “My mom had to work a lot when I was a kid. I learned to cook pretty early in life,” she explained. “She needed help around the house.”
    Ellie ate slowly, mostly watching Zane as he devoured the food on his plate like it was the best meal he’d ever eaten. When she’d downed all the food she could from her plate, she pushed it across the table. “I’m done. Can you finish this?”
    He gave her a look of displeasure. “You didn’t eat much.”
    “You know I can’t.” Ellie knew her body would fill out soon enough. She’d already put on weight, and with her slow metabolism, it wouldn’t take long for her to completely fill in some of the weight she’d lost. She was determined to watch her weight and not put on the extra pounds she didn’t need.
    He took her plate and put it on top of his, and then quickly demolished what was left of her food.
    Once finished, he refused to let her get up from the table and help him clean up.
    “You cooked. I can clean. I know how to put dishes in the dishwasher,” he insisted as he motioned her back into her chair.
    She sat back down and watched as his big body moved efficiently around the kitchen. He might not be able to cook, but he made short work of loading the dishes and then starting the dishwasher.
    Zane was tall and muscular, but he was naturally lithe, his body more like a runner’s than a weightlifter’s. He didn’t have a spare ounce of fat anywhere on his body, which was disappointing. Ellie would have liked to see at least a tiny flaw in Zane, something to make him seem more human. But his body was sculpted, and even with a layer of scruff on his face and his dark hair a little too long, he was damn near perfect.
    With a silent, inward sigh, she knew exactly why she’d always been attracted to him. Zane was perfect, but he was