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

wouldn't be so sure as Joan Beckley showed up from the elevator and marched majestically towards them. The shock was eminent on his face and at that note, he gave a partial bow and wore the official countenance as though Joan had been one of her clients.
                  When Kimberly retired home that evening, her only thoughts were plunged in Willard, his gentleness and open mind had made her to change certain views about men. She would start work the following morning and having little to say other than the new job she had won at the billionaire's ranch, she hurried to bed and left Martha with her paper work. Too many thoughts clouded her mind but she could get some peace of mind now that she had a well paying job and a free home, even though she wondered what it had looked like, she still preferred to keep the details from Martha.
                  At eight the following morning, she was the first to be on the site at Willard's estate. It was an expansive piece of land with a few camp houses at the far end that didn't seem to go with what she had imagined. Willard rode later that morning in his new Jaguar sports, dressed in a perfect suite that fitted neatly over his shoulders. "Good morning bright girl," he called out. "Bright day uh?"
                  "Couldn't have picked a better one," she responded, throwing her glance at the camp houses that stretched to the back of the vast land.
                  "You know, I often come here to meditate," he said. "Sometimes only," he added and when their eyes met, they chuckled in laughter. It felt good coming around her and even as it was only the second time they were meeting in hours, she had started growing fond of him with a certain amount of passion she readily denied herself.
                  "You do yoga?" she asked.
                  "Far from that," he remarked. "I am a thinker and sometimes, having a quiet time alone is worth the call."
                  "That's easy to tell from your way of talking."

Chapter 3
                  She couldn't help noticing him every now and then at his window, whenever she set out on the ranch to do some work. While she took it that he was just being the kindhearted fellow who cared about an ebony woman of her sort, she had sensed an inner spur to share the more intimate moments with the jet set. His social life was never made public and that was the life style for most of them who'd assumed the responsibilities of being a billionaire. The sun had burned her to the core and she hadn't noticed him standing under a tree in his humble observation.
                  The sweat that dribbled from her pores had clipped her robe to her skin and all that mass that carved on the most sensitive parts of her lustrous body came out in an undulating urge. When she got a glimpse of him, she felt happy to have had him stay under the tree and watched while she worked. "I was thinking," Willard started, looking left and right to make sure no one knew he was there with her. "I was thinking of an increase."
                  "I don't get the point my good man," she responded, meeting him under the tree and stretching her willowy body on the light mesh of dry grass that covered the earth right beneath the tree. She had been taking care of the stock that came from the farm but when Willard had seen the hard work she had put on the ranch and he had come down to make her a proposition, which would have been damned to reject.
                  "I want you to oversee the ranch," he said.
                  "What does that entail?" He gave a shallow smile and then looked around at the vast plane of his possession.
                  "This means that you will have to update me daily on what is happening on this farm..." He started, bringing his gaze back at Kimberly and managing a smile under the burning sun. "And you have the freedom