Page 2 of A Billionaire's Cabin Love

A short, petite woman walked backwards in my direction.

“Frank, I’m going out for cocoa.”

His face reddened. “Kara, you have a client coming.”

“Bet they’ll be late. They always are.”

The stocky man braced his palms on the counter, shaking his head.

I stared at the back of her blue beanie. She continued walking until her boot smashed mine and her petite frame jammed into me.

She whipped around. “Sorry, I should probably watch where I’m going.” A small smile spread across her beautiful, pouty lips. I couldn’t help but wonder if my eyes glued to her brown shaded lips appeared creepy?

“My foot will recover.” A smile tipped up at the ends of my lips as Imet her gaze.

Her honey brown eyes sparkled, then she disappeared out the door. That was it. No short talk. Well, that was disappointing.

“Hello,” I stated, as I approached the glass case.

“How can I help you, son?”

“Yes, I tried to confirm my four 0’clock appointment with my tour guide online.” I pressed the screen again. This time multiple times. “But it isn’t working.”

He chuckled, scratching the nape of his neck. “Yeah, that colorful box is for show. You can pay, but confirming takes place either over the phone or in person. No need to worry,” he laughed again.

“Your tour guide thought you’d be late. You know, being from the big city and all.”

I pointed my thumb over my shoulder. “Let me guess, the woman short on words was my tour guide?” I quirked a brown brow.

“Yup, she’ll be back. If she doesn’t have her hot chocolate for the road, she gets cranky.”

He gripped his hat over his sandy brown hair. White strands of hair peppered his temples. “Would you like a bottle of water while you wait?”

“No thank you.” I turned away from the counter, then turned back.

“Is she your best tour guide? I booked an extensive package.”

He cleared his throat. “Kara is-”

“It has nothing to do with her being a woman. I just want a seasoned tour guide.”

Gruffly, he ran his hand over his face.

“You don’t think I’m good enough to be your tour guide?” she bit out at my back.

“Shit,” I muttered.

I faced her. “It’s not that.”

She crossed one arm under her bosom as she sipped her cocoa. “Then enlighten me.”

My eyes narrowed. “You look a little young.”

“Ah, you know the old saying, black don’t crack.” She winked.

“And please don’t tell me because I am black, I know nothing about Alaska. My home,” she snapped.

My dick twitched. That sassy little mouth of hers would land her on her knees with my cock down her throat.

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