My Billionaire Cowboy: A BWWM Western Romance by Bwwm Romance Dot Com, Esther Banks Page B
Authors: Bwwm Romance Dot Com, Esther Banks
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hair. Bruce was naturally handsome and on top of his outwardly hard
demeanor, there seemed a bit of a gentle nature in his eyes.
Kate began taking his measurements and tried to create a little small
talk. "So, you said that you work on a ranch. Where do you
live?"
"A woman that listens to the little things. I like it," he
commented. "I help my parents with their ranch about thirty
miles outside of the city."
"Your parents? That's nice. I don't think I've ever met anyone
that owned a ranch."
"It's a small thing. Not really anything serious. My parents own
the land and a few cattle and chickens. Nothing expansive or anything
like that. Have you ever been outside of the city?"
Kate shook her head. "Not really. Maybe once or twice on a
school field trip or so. I'm a city girl. I love L.A. and wouldn't
really live anywhere else."
She recorded the last of the measurements. "There now. We are
all finished. Hope that was painless."
"Yes, pretty much. I survived."
"Good. Now I have a few things in mind for you. I have to pull a
few things from a couple designers. Is your event business casual or
black tie?"
"Business. Let's just say, I need to wow a few people and really
make an impression."
"Impressions are my thing. Bruce, you are in good hands. I will
get these outfits pulled and come out to bring them to you for a
fitting in the comfort of your own home in two days."
"Sounds good to me."
Bruce slid his feet in his boots. "I will expect to see you in a
few days. Other than that, is there anything I can do for you?"
"I think that about covers it, Bruce." She extended her
hand to shake his.
"Thank you for your business."
"You are very welcome, Kate. I'm trusting you to find just the
right monkey suit."
She playfully rolled her eyes. "Will do."
*****
After Bruce left, Kate could not shake the giddy feeling that churned
inside of her. She liked a challenge. And Bruce's sense of style was
just that. A challenge. His fashion sense left a lot to be desired.
That was usually the case with most of her clients, but working with
Bruce, she would have to start at square one. Her clients came to her
at varying levels of style, but since she mostly worked with rich
businessmen and businesswomen and Beverly Hills housewives, she
usually had a little something to work with.
She would have to put in a lot of work convincing him to wear what
she suggested. It was obvious that he had a strong personality. He
seemed a bit stubborn and stuck in his ways, but that would not be
unlike every other socialite she had worked with. Her clients were
quirky and she had a knack for dealing effectively with them so that
would not be an issue.
Kate wondered if Bruce knew that she knew he was staring at her when
she worked on his computer profile. His eyes traveled the length of
her body when he spoke to her. She wondered what was going on in his
mind when they spoke about his ranch and how he wanted to make a good
impression at his event. From the look in his eyes, she could tell he
was not thinking about the subject at hand. She knew what it looked
like when a man admired her.
It had not been that long since she was the object of interest for
someone. Men eyed her all of the time. She was a natural beauty. Long
straight jet black hair, mahogany complexion, curvy hips, and an
impeccable sense of style. Kate loved life and at twenty-seven, she
felt like she had the world at her palms.
"Hey there, I'm back," Linda called out from the front
door.
"Oh great. Just in time."
She finalized the rest of Bruce's profile and turned to Linda.
"Wait, what is going on here?"
Kate looked around. "What are you talking about?"
"Who was here? You look, you're blushing."
Kate felt her cheeks heating, and all of a sudden she felt nervous.
"Oh my goodness. I'm not some high school girl. Of course I'm
not blushing." She self- consciously wiped her cheek as if she
could have wiped away the rosiness of her cheeks.
"Sure. Okay. Whatever you say.
hair. Bruce was naturally handsome and on top of his outwardly hard
demeanor, there seemed a bit of a gentle nature in his eyes.
Kate began taking his measurements and tried to create a little small
talk. "So, you said that you work on a ranch. Where do you
live?"
"A woman that listens to the little things. I like it," he
commented. "I help my parents with their ranch about thirty
miles outside of the city."
"Your parents? That's nice. I don't think I've ever met anyone
that owned a ranch."
"It's a small thing. Not really anything serious. My parents own
the land and a few cattle and chickens. Nothing expansive or anything
like that. Have you ever been outside of the city?"
Kate shook her head. "Not really. Maybe once or twice on a
school field trip or so. I'm a city girl. I love L.A. and wouldn't
really live anywhere else."
She recorded the last of the measurements. "There now. We are
all finished. Hope that was painless."
"Yes, pretty much. I survived."
"Good. Now I have a few things in mind for you. I have to pull a
few things from a couple designers. Is your event business casual or
black tie?"
"Business. Let's just say, I need to wow a few people and really
make an impression."
"Impressions are my thing. Bruce, you are in good hands. I will
get these outfits pulled and come out to bring them to you for a
fitting in the comfort of your own home in two days."
"Sounds good to me."
Bruce slid his feet in his boots. "I will expect to see you in a
few days. Other than that, is there anything I can do for you?"
"I think that about covers it, Bruce." She extended her
hand to shake his.
"Thank you for your business."
"You are very welcome, Kate. I'm trusting you to find just the
right monkey suit."
She playfully rolled her eyes. "Will do."
*****
After Bruce left, Kate could not shake the giddy feeling that churned
inside of her. She liked a challenge. And Bruce's sense of style was
just that. A challenge. His fashion sense left a lot to be desired.
That was usually the case with most of her clients, but working with
Bruce, she would have to start at square one. Her clients came to her
at varying levels of style, but since she mostly worked with rich
businessmen and businesswomen and Beverly Hills housewives, she
usually had a little something to work with.
She would have to put in a lot of work convincing him to wear what
she suggested. It was obvious that he had a strong personality. He
seemed a bit stubborn and stuck in his ways, but that would not be
unlike every other socialite she had worked with. Her clients were
quirky and she had a knack for dealing effectively with them so that
would not be an issue.
Kate wondered if Bruce knew that she knew he was staring at her when
she worked on his computer profile. His eyes traveled the length of
her body when he spoke to her. She wondered what was going on in his
mind when they spoke about his ranch and how he wanted to make a good
impression at his event. From the look in his eyes, she could tell he
was not thinking about the subject at hand. She knew what it looked
like when a man admired her.
It had not been that long since she was the object of interest for
someone. Men eyed her all of the time. She was a natural beauty. Long
straight jet black hair, mahogany complexion, curvy hips, and an
impeccable sense of style. Kate loved life and at twenty-seven, she
felt like she had the world at her palms.
"Hey there, I'm back," Linda called out from the front
door.
"Oh great. Just in time."
She finalized the rest of Bruce's profile and turned to Linda.
"Wait, what is going on here?"
Kate looked around. "What are you talking about?"
"Who was here? You look, you're blushing."
Kate felt her cheeks heating, and all of a sudden she felt nervous.
"Oh my goodness. I'm not some high school girl. Of course I'm
not blushing." She self- consciously wiped her cheek as if she
could have wiped away the rosiness of her cheeks.
"Sure. Okay. Whatever you say.
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