Sunday, 16 February 2014

Sunday, February 16, 2014 - ,

The Billionaire Cowboy

by Abigail Armani
Published: Dec 21, 2013
Words: 41,706
Category: western, romance
Orientation: M/F
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Ignoring the many admiring glances cast in his direction, Scott Armstrong leaned back in his chair set outside the Waterfront Bar and Bistro, and sipped a tall iced drink as he gazed at the shimmering waters of the Pacific Ocean. It was good to be back in Newport. He loved the Old Town with its eclectic mix of regional arts and crafts galleries and interesting shops, the refurbished Victorian buildings, wonderful seafood restaurants and lively markets. But his favourite location to relax was right here at Nye Beach. He loved the place and he had business interests here, which was why he returned so many times; there was another reason too. Carla.

He was just about to indulge himself with thoughts of her when the waitress interrupted. "Can I get you another drink, sir?"

"No thanks. I'm good." He held up his glass as evidence. It was three quarters full.

"Oh. Is there anything else I can get you?"

He shook his head. "No thanks." Setting down his glass on the table he leaned back in the chair and pulled his Stetson down over his eyes.

But the waitress wasn't one to give up easily. She had noticed him on many occasions - and who could fail to notice such a handsome guy? He was around 30, 6 foot 2, with a rugged and tanned face crowned with a thatch of dark hair. He had clear blue eyes that twinkled when he smiled, made all the more appealing by the surrounding laugher lines. He had broad shoulders, strong and muscular arms, a narrow waist and a cute butt. And there was no sign of a wedding ring on his left hand.

He was a good catch and no mistake. The waitress regarded him appraisingly for a moment, drinking him in. She smiled to herself. She wanted a piece of that. With her model-girl looks she usually managed to get what she wanted.

"Are you sure there's nothing I can do for you?" she persisted, lowering her voice coquettishly.

"Quite sure." The Stetson remained firmly over his eyes.

"My name's Becky Sue. And I'd love to get to know you better."

The Stetson didn't move and no response was forthcoming. Becky Sue frowned. This was not going to plan. This guy was hard work.

"My shift ends in an hour. I could be your tour guide - show you around the town..."

A hand lifted the Stetson. Those blue eyes swung round to fix on her. "Well it's very nice to meet you Becky Sue, but I have an intimate knowledge of Newport so I don't need a tour guide."

"Ok, but - I also have an intimate knowledge of how to treat a guy - so you'll need me for something," she said suggestively, as she leaned over, displaying her full breasts that threatened to burst the seam of her tight-fitting top.

"Wrong. I won't be needing you for anything," said Scott politely yet dismissively. There was a steel edge to his tone and his eyes glinted. "So, if you don't mind, I just want to relax and enjoy my drink. Alone."