The Cowboy's Role Model: Billionaire Interracial BWWM Romance (Contemporary African American Western Romance) by Debbie Gordon Page B
Authors: Debbie Gordon
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thing?”
“The Norman ranch isn’t fully staffed yet, and it would be good to have the owner show our guest some hospitality.” Abe answered.
“Alright, all I have to do is pick this person up from the airport, right? How hard can that be? Guess I’m going to the airport” Devin reluctantly gave in.
Five minutes later Devin was on his way to the airport in his silver range rover. The drive from Paul’s Valley where he resided, to Oklahoma City would take roughly an hour. He wound the windows down and relaxed, nodding his head to a Luke Bryan son blaring from the radio. Damn it, he thought, once again Abe had forced in to something he didn’t want to do. He wanted no part of entertaining this guest, that’s what the company paid other people to do. He put a little more pressure on the gas pedal, watching the speedometer hit one hundred. He wanted to get this pick up and drop off process over with Devin pulled into the extensive parking lot at Oklahoma City airport. He looked at the digital clock on the dashboard. He had made it in time with fifteen minutes to spare. He reached over to the back seat and picked up a piece of cardboard with the guest’s name on it. “Mary Lou Carpenter” he read aloud. He exited his vehicle and made his way to the arrival terminal.
Mary Lou made her way through the revolving doors lugging her huge suitcase behind her, while tugging at the cream mini dress she sported. It was definitely not her style. She would have been happy in a jeans and loose T-shirt, but Yvonne had practically held her down and forced her into the damn dress. The weekend before her trip, Yvonne had somehow convinced Mary to go on a shopping expedition. She had coerced Mary in to buying clothes she had never even dreamed she would wear. Folded neatly in her luggage were shorts, miniskirts, skinny jeans, tube tops and tight dresses, along with completely insensible shoes.
Yvonne had closely monitored Mary’s packing, ensuring that she bought none of her old clothes. When Mary had asked her why she needed to bring such revealing clothes, Yvonne stated “To snag you a sexy cowboy, honey.” Mary rolled her eyes at the memory. Yvonne had also ensure that Mary’s face was well made up with eye shadow and liner, mascara, deep red lipstick, the whole works; and her mass of wild curly hair was glistening and flowing around her shoulders. When Yvonne had mentioned straightening her curls, Mary had firmly put her foot down; she would maintain at least one aspect of her true self. As she made her way through the crowd, she scanned the numerous cardboards and papers being held up, for her name. Aha, there it is. She spotted the card board with her name and pushed her way through the back of the crowd to the person hold it.
Devin felt ridiculous standing in the crowd holding up the piece of cardboard with some stranger’s name on it. He had positioned himself toward the back of the crowd, when he confirmed that the flight had landed. He waited impatiently as a never-ending line of people passed through the revolving glass doors. He looked around as people hugged and kissed loved ones; and people meeting for the first time shook hands . Where the hell is this Mary Lou Carpenter? He asked inwardly, getting agitated. With any luck, she had changed her mind about making the then, he wouldn’t have to worry about playing nice with some tourist, he had more important things to do with his day.
Just then he spotted woman heading directly to him. He wondered if it was Mary Lou. The medium built, about five feet four inches tall, African-American woman, was a quite a stunner, her deep brown skin was flawless, and she had the fullest, most kissable lips he had ever seen on any human. Her mane of dark, curly hair bounced off her shoulders as she walked, and had the strange urge to run his fingers through it to see if it felt as soft as it looked. She
“The Norman ranch isn’t fully staffed yet, and it would be good to have the owner show our guest some hospitality.” Abe answered.
“Alright, all I have to do is pick this person up from the airport, right? How hard can that be? Guess I’m going to the airport” Devin reluctantly gave in.
Five minutes later Devin was on his way to the airport in his silver range rover. The drive from Paul’s Valley where he resided, to Oklahoma City would take roughly an hour. He wound the windows down and relaxed, nodding his head to a Luke Bryan son blaring from the radio. Damn it, he thought, once again Abe had forced in to something he didn’t want to do. He wanted no part of entertaining this guest, that’s what the company paid other people to do. He put a little more pressure on the gas pedal, watching the speedometer hit one hundred. He wanted to get this pick up and drop off process over with Devin pulled into the extensive parking lot at Oklahoma City airport. He looked at the digital clock on the dashboard. He had made it in time with fifteen minutes to spare. He reached over to the back seat and picked up a piece of cardboard with the guest’s name on it. “Mary Lou Carpenter” he read aloud. He exited his vehicle and made his way to the arrival terminal.
Mary Lou made her way through the revolving doors lugging her huge suitcase behind her, while tugging at the cream mini dress she sported. It was definitely not her style. She would have been happy in a jeans and loose T-shirt, but Yvonne had practically held her down and forced her into the damn dress. The weekend before her trip, Yvonne had somehow convinced Mary to go on a shopping expedition. She had coerced Mary in to buying clothes she had never even dreamed she would wear. Folded neatly in her luggage were shorts, miniskirts, skinny jeans, tube tops and tight dresses, along with completely insensible shoes.
Yvonne had closely monitored Mary’s packing, ensuring that she bought none of her old clothes. When Mary had asked her why she needed to bring such revealing clothes, Yvonne stated “To snag you a sexy cowboy, honey.” Mary rolled her eyes at the memory. Yvonne had also ensure that Mary’s face was well made up with eye shadow and liner, mascara, deep red lipstick, the whole works; and her mass of wild curly hair was glistening and flowing around her shoulders. When Yvonne had mentioned straightening her curls, Mary had firmly put her foot down; she would maintain at least one aspect of her true self. As she made her way through the crowd, she scanned the numerous cardboards and papers being held up, for her name. Aha, there it is. She spotted the card board with her name and pushed her way through the back of the crowd to the person hold it.
Devin felt ridiculous standing in the crowd holding up the piece of cardboard with some stranger’s name on it. He had positioned himself toward the back of the crowd, when he confirmed that the flight had landed. He waited impatiently as a never-ending line of people passed through the revolving glass doors. He looked around as people hugged and kissed loved ones; and people meeting for the first time shook hands . Where the hell is this Mary Lou Carpenter? He asked inwardly, getting agitated. With any luck, she had changed her mind about making the then, he wouldn’t have to worry about playing nice with some tourist, he had more important things to do with his day.
Just then he spotted woman heading directly to him. He wondered if it was Mary Lou. The medium built, about five feet four inches tall, African-American woman, was a quite a stunner, her deep brown skin was flawless, and she had the fullest, most kissable lips he had ever seen on any human. Her mane of dark, curly hair bounced off her shoulders as she walked, and had the strange urge to run his fingers through it to see if it felt as soft as it looked. She
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