Alaska Black Gold Box Set by Erica Storm Page B

don’t know who will meet us at the airport, and we’re broke.”
    “It’s not a strange place, it’s America for god’s sake. We will see men. I hear they make lots of money working in the oil fields and on the pipe lines. And some of them haven’t seen a woman in months, maybe years.”
    “That’s what I’m afraid of. The only pipe that might get laid is in us,” I murmur.
    And Carrie rubs her hands together. “I don’t think they see black women often in some of those little towns. They have a treat coming. You with your dark skin and all those white men. They haven’t seen a tan on a woman like forever. I bet they would pay to see you in a bikini.” I peer at her because I can’t believe what I’m hearing.
    “What town are we going to?” I ask her and she hunches her shoulder.
    “Does it matter?”
    “Hell yes it matters. We could be the only women in the town,” I said concerned.
    “That could be a good thing,” Carrie says smiling.
    “What do you mean?”
    “You know how to cook.”
    “Yeah.” I wanted to see just where she was going with this.
    “We could get jobs at a restaurant and cook. I hear they pay lots of money for cooks and waitresses if our other offer falls through.”
    “So I will cook and you will be the waitress. Is that your plan?”
    “You know I don’t know anything about cooking. I’ve eaten fast food all my life. You have skills, Olivia. That’s plan B.” I hate to think what plan C is.
    “Not the kind of skills to cook for a group of men.”
    “No. Maybe one.” I wondering if Carrie is telling me everything. “Look, I have to find some warm clothes,” I say to her because I want her out of the room before I change my mind.
    “And don’t bring those granny underwear.”
    “Why not?” I question. “It’s cold.”
    “You never know when you may meet a man you like. What’s the use in buying all those expensive Victoria Secret thongs if no one gets to see them?”
    “I thought this was about working and getting some money to make it through a couple of months?” I look at her and I can tell something is brewing. Carrie always gets herself in trouble and expects me to get her out.
    We’re both twenty-two but she acts like a teenager.

Chapter 3: Chance
    “J ack, have everything ready by the time I get back. I hope you hired someone to clean and cook this time. I don’t want to get back here, work five hours in the cold, check on the men, get out to that pipeline and then come back home to a place that’s cold, dusty, and there’s no food. I don’t want you to hire any young women. Instead of them doing their jobs they are off fucking you and getting nothing done.”
    I’m looking at my brother Jackson and trying to get through to him that we have a business to deal with and he’s acting like a teenager. He thinks with his dick all the time.
    “Don’t worry Chance, this time I hired two women, if anything happens,” he coughs under his breath, “I will guarantee that at least one will be able to cook and clean.”
    “I don’t want you fucking any of them. Or I’m sending you home and them with you.”
    “What do you expect a man to do out here? You want the pipeline taken care of and inspected and there is nothing for the men or me to do. You built this cabin and those working cabins out in no man’s land.”
    “When men work as hard as my men and me, fucking a woman, is the last thing on our minds,” I say to him.
    “Speak for yourself. The only thing on your mind is making money. You can’t take money to bed and warm those sheets for you.” Jackson has a good argument but I don’t want to hear it. If I need a woman, I’ll order one.
    “Money should be on your mind too. After the thousands I’ve thrown away behind you screwing every waitress and barmaid in Alaska, that you have impregnated, they could own this company if this doesn’t stop.”
    “Look at it this way little brother, you will have nephews and nieces to leave your