Page 52 of A Billionaire's Cabin Love

“I know. Later tonight I’ll give you something that will make it all better.”

Her cheeks turned a deep red hue.

“I’d like that,” she grinned.

The flight attendant approached. “Tamara, please bring Kara a glass of water and a vodka on the rocks for me?”

She glanced between us and her pretty dark brown face lit up. “Absolutely.” She stepped away.

“Do you fly with women?” Kara’s brows wrinkled.

“No.”

“Were they all local?”

“No. When I was out of town, I had sex in hotel suites. Usually, when I’m preparing for an acquisition or merger, that’s my sole focus. Besides, none of those women were my woman. If you’d like to accompany me on trips, you can.”

Her fingers stroked my cheek. “I’ll think about it.”

“Here you are, Ms.-?”

“Kara Riley. But please call me Kara.”

“Pleased to meet you, Kara.” She placed the glass of water in front of Kara, and my drink on my tray table.

“Likewise, Tamara.”

“If you need anything else, don’t hesitate to call.”

Kara nodded.

“What was that?” I peeked at Kara.

“Black girl magic. We acknowledged each other in a sister to sister sort of way. Chrissy and I do it all the time. One of our favorite movies to watch together was Love Jones. The Best Man was another. We didn’t grow up around many black people. The only time we interacted with people like us was when we were in Fairbanks or Anchorage. After school, we watched movies at Chrissy’s or my house. My dad felt it was important that I study black history and be aware of current events that included people of color.”

“Your Dad’s the man.”

“You know it,” she giggled.

I aspired to be a great dad like Mr. Riley. Next time we’re in Talkeetna, I plan to include male bonding time with him.

Kara dozed off five minutes after our conversation. I reclined her plush black leather seat. Shocked would be an understatement of her reaction to the jet. Her jaw was slack until we were wheels up. Then she crushed my hand.

Her friends and family were distraught she was leaving. It warmed my heart how everyone gravitated to Kara. I was the greedy man stealing that precious gem for myself. I was saddened, but had little remorse. She was mine for the taking.

I tamed her with the stroke of my tongue. The second I added the dick to the equation, there would be no turning back. If anyone tried to step between me and Kara, they were in for a rude awakening.

**P**

Kara's eyes were fixated on all the tall shiny glass buildings as we drove through downtown Los Angeles. My top lip twitched at the thought of her coming in my mouth. She was my delicacy.

Dressed in a tight pink T-shirt, jeans, and mountain boots, my perfect woman stared at the stars on Hollywood’s walk of fame. For the first time, the tour guide was a tourist. This would be a sight to see.

“Collin, I am hungry.” She never tore her eyes away from the scenery.

“Harry, inform the manager at Lucky’s I’d like a table with a view of the city.”

“Will do, Mr. Daughtry.” My driver dialed the restaurant on speaker.

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