A Billionaire's Cabin Love - Posey Parks Page 0,1
lips as I met 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.
“Race has nothing to do with the matter. I was purely stuck on experience.”
She rolled her eyes. “I’ve already loaded the truck, either your coming or you’re not.” Kara turned on her heels and stormed out of the door.
I peeked over my shoulder. “Thanks a lot,” I grimaced.
He raised his hands as if he was surrendering. “I’d tell you my daughter is the best tour guide here because she learned from me, but I’ll let you see for yourself. I hope you’re ready to eat your words.”
I shook his pasty hand. “Seriously thanks─,”
“Frank Riley. Enjoy yourself, Mr. Daughtry.”
I stalked out the door and climbed into the passenger side of the Silverado pickup truck.
She turned to me. “My name is Kara Riley. I am your tour guide during your stay in Talkeetna, Alaska.”
“Collin Daughtry.” I extended my hand.
She placed her hands on the steering wheel and made a U turn. I dropped my hand on the seat.
“I understand you’re staying in the Simpson cabin.”
“Yes. Ms. Riley or is it Mrs. Riley?”
“Kara works just fine.”
My eyes combed over her short frame again. “We got off on the wrong foot, Kara.”
“All you city guys are the same. It’s hard to believe a young black woman could know her hometown so well. No short talk allowed. You aren’t here to get to know me. You’re here for the Alaska experience. You paid for the premium package and I’ll deliver. First, we’ll need to stop by the market. I know the Simpson’s and I would bet they didn’t leave a stitch of food in that cabin.”
“We’ll be together for two weeks.”
She arched a brow. “I’m aware.” Kara pulled into a parking spot in front of Glenn’s Market.
“It doesn’t hurt to get to know each other a little.”
“There’s no need. You’ll return home to wherever.”
“California.”
Her lips tightened as she glared at me. “You know what I mean.”
Looks like I’m just gonna ignore her by the book rules. “Have you ever been to California?”
“No.” She hopped out of the truck. I did the same, then fell in line beside her.
“Ever traveled outside of Alaska?”
“Grab a cart. Tell me what kind of foods you’re looking for and I’ll lead the way.”
She was a tough nut to crack. But I loved a challenge. Kara spoke to several residents in passing. All on first name bases.
We strolled through the medium sized store in silence. I slipped my black beanie off of my head and placed it in the cart next to my gloves. She finally removed her hat. Her dark tresses cascaded down her back. Kara stuffed her hat, and gloves in