The Cowboy's Role Model: Billionaire Interracial BWWM Romance (Contemporary African American Western Romance) Read Free

for the morning impatiently.
                  Willard's office was twice as big as her apartment in New York when she entered. He was a man of sports from the several pitching photographs that lined the walls of his fabulous office.  He had a clean mustache under a cute slender pair of lips and a pair of beady brown eyes that gave him the rancher look even as he hadn't worn a hat to complete the elegance. His attractive looks grabbed her attention at once and when she turned back to look at Martha, Willard cleared his throat and ordered for Martha to come along with her client.
                  "Hello," He said with an authoritative base that pushed unwanted sensations but Kimberly could use some composure for the fact that he was at least different from the men in New York.
                  "Hi," Kimberly responded timidly. He glanced for a while and then returned his gaze to Martha with an assuring smile.
                  "Is this the lady you spoke to me about?" He asked.
                  "Yes Booth," Martha responded.
                  "All the way from New York," he remarked, taking another studious look at Kimberly. She had worn an official dark suite that didn't expose most of her lustrous body parts but somehow, Booth was a could dig his stare through her shirt to visualise her tits. He had cleared his throat severally and had said very little  before dismissing Martha to have an in depth talk with Kimberly. "Normally, we don't give loans like that without collateral..." He started, burying his gaze in the vent between her tits.
                  Kimberly adjusted he shoulders to bring his gaze to hers but Willard was carried by her smart chest that pushed to the front despite her aristocratic look. "I understand this could mean your establishment a lot sir..."
                  "Booth please," he corrected, lifting his eyes for the very first time. They held their stares for a few seconds, maintaining the silence that wasn't permitted and she had lost count of everything she was saying once their eyes met.
                  "What I was saying was that if you give me this loan, you may not need to get a collateral for it because I will be settling here in Texas to do my business."
                  "I see," he said mildly. "What is the sort of business that will require one thousand dollars?"
                  "I'm into show biz..." She said, emitting a timid smile.
                  "Show biz?" He repeated.
                  "It's been hard getting a job in New York and I had asked Martha to..." She said and then stopped, noticing he had been scratching his forehead in thoughts. Something seemed to cloud his mind and she wouldn't bother to help if it wasn't going to be offensive. She sat quietly and waited for him to come around but it had seemed to take eternity for him to come back to earth. "Booth?" she muffled  with her beady brown eyes that dashed a look that pricked Booth in some ways. He would never admit it but she was perfect.
                  The sort of girl with soft words and a brilliant smile unlike the whores he'd been bring to his house. "Mr. Booth," she called out again.
                  "Yes, yes I'm right here..." he said. "It's been a rough week please forgive my manners."
                  "If there is nothing more to say my good sir," she said, fanning her soft dark cheeks with feathery eye lashes that shadowed on the surface of her eyelids. She was heavenly and he didn't have to go out of line to make her see that. One thing was sure, she was always going to stick around.
    "May I suggest an alternative for you to make some quick cash?" Booth said.
                  "An alternative?" she asked.
                  "To work at the ranch," he remarked. "At my ranch and I'll pay you two hundred dollars per month,"