Cameron, Paige - The Billionaire Cowboy Takes a Wife (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic) Read Online Free Page B
Author: Paige Cameron
table by the double doors, which stood open. A tall, broad-shouldered woman with gray hair and friendly brown eyes stood at the entrance, smiling at her.
“You must be Miss Riley. Come in. Mrs. Haverty called ahead to tell me to expect you.” She opened the door wider, and Samantha moved inside. The living room looked like something out of one of the house and garden magazines. A soft blend of yellows and blues welcomed her. To the left, a long line of patio doors stood open to a wide balcony.
“Why don’t you look around while I get you some tea?” Mrs. Murphy looked at her watch. “You have about a half hour before your massage appointment.” She walked briskly along a hallway and turned right.
Samantha followed her and saw a gleaming white kitchen. She continued to stroll along the hall, noticing a study on the left and two bedrooms on the right. At the end were another set of double doors. This must be the master bedroom. Her hand hesitated on the door knob, but curiosity got the better of her.
The doors opened into a cozy sitting room. One wall lined with books, and on the other side a large television. A single door on the left led into the enormous bedroom. Shades of gray and blue color were integrated into the walls, the curtains, and the bedspread, giving a soothing ambiance.
Drapes covered the right wall. When she pushed a round, silver button located right beside them, they slid back, exposing another set of doors which opened to a smaller balcony. From here, a wide, expansive view of the city spread out before her. She stepped outside. Wind blew her hair wildly around her. Cautiously, she moved forward. It really was a wonderful panoramic view.
“Your tea, Miss Riley.” Anna had stepped out behind her. “Perhaps you’d like to sit here for a few minutes.” She motioned to a chair by a small table. “ Jackson likes to start his morning reading his paper out here.” She smiled, in a motherly fashion, each time she spoke of Jackson .
“No. I’ll be right back inside.”
“Take your time.”
Samantha started to follow her when she saw another door on the other side of the room. She walked across the deep, plush carpet and pushed the door open, exposing a luxurious bath. The tile was a dark green and white. In one corner was a large shower with mirrors all around and several showerheads set at different angles. Across the room, a long vanity held two sinks and to the right, opposite the shower, was a huge, sunken, jetted tub. It was really quite decadent and nothing she would have expected of Jackson . She’d begun to wonder if she knew him at all.
She glanced at her watch. She barely had time to drink her tea and get downstairs to the spa. Hurriedly, she retraced her steps to the lounge area.
* * * *
Samantha stepped out of the black limousine in front of the small Italian restaurant she and Janice had found several years ago. It was tucked away on the outskirts of town. Several people glanced at her and the shiny, long car. Tempting smells of pizza and other Italian delights drifted out to the street. Taking off her sunglasses, she strolled into the dining room searching for her friend. She saw Janice wave from their favorite corner booth and headed her way.
“You look great,” Janice said.
“I feel pretty great. I just had a massage and facial which included new makeup for my face.”
“Whoever did the job knew their business. The right colors with a light touch. But you’ve never cared for anything but powder and a light blush.”
“ Jackson arranged it. Well, I didn’t know about the makeup part, but we’re going to a party. I guess he didn’t want me embarrassing him as the country cousin, so to speak.”
“I doubt that. You always look beautiful. Still, the light colors do bring out your eyes.”
“Enough, please. Tell me how I’m going to get out of this mess. He’s apparently terribly rich. I’ll never fit in.”
The waiter stepped up to their table. “Would
“You must be Miss Riley. Come in. Mrs. Haverty called ahead to tell me to expect you.” She opened the door wider, and Samantha moved inside. The living room looked like something out of one of the house and garden magazines. A soft blend of yellows and blues welcomed her. To the left, a long line of patio doors stood open to a wide balcony.
“Why don’t you look around while I get you some tea?” Mrs. Murphy looked at her watch. “You have about a half hour before your massage appointment.” She walked briskly along a hallway and turned right.
Samantha followed her and saw a gleaming white kitchen. She continued to stroll along the hall, noticing a study on the left and two bedrooms on the right. At the end were another set of double doors. This must be the master bedroom. Her hand hesitated on the door knob, but curiosity got the better of her.
The doors opened into a cozy sitting room. One wall lined with books, and on the other side a large television. A single door on the left led into the enormous bedroom. Shades of gray and blue color were integrated into the walls, the curtains, and the bedspread, giving a soothing ambiance.
Drapes covered the right wall. When she pushed a round, silver button located right beside them, they slid back, exposing another set of doors which opened to a smaller balcony. From here, a wide, expansive view of the city spread out before her. She stepped outside. Wind blew her hair wildly around her. Cautiously, she moved forward. It really was a wonderful panoramic view.
“Your tea, Miss Riley.” Anna had stepped out behind her. “Perhaps you’d like to sit here for a few minutes.” She motioned to a chair by a small table. “ Jackson likes to start his morning reading his paper out here.” She smiled, in a motherly fashion, each time she spoke of Jackson .
“No. I’ll be right back inside.”
“Take your time.”
Samantha started to follow her when she saw another door on the other side of the room. She walked across the deep, plush carpet and pushed the door open, exposing a luxurious bath. The tile was a dark green and white. In one corner was a large shower with mirrors all around and several showerheads set at different angles. Across the room, a long vanity held two sinks and to the right, opposite the shower, was a huge, sunken, jetted tub. It was really quite decadent and nothing she would have expected of Jackson . She’d begun to wonder if she knew him at all.
She glanced at her watch. She barely had time to drink her tea and get downstairs to the spa. Hurriedly, she retraced her steps to the lounge area.
* * * *
Samantha stepped out of the black limousine in front of the small Italian restaurant she and Janice had found several years ago. It was tucked away on the outskirts of town. Several people glanced at her and the shiny, long car. Tempting smells of pizza and other Italian delights drifted out to the street. Taking off her sunglasses, she strolled into the dining room searching for her friend. She saw Janice wave from their favorite corner booth and headed her way.
“You look great,” Janice said.
“I feel pretty great. I just had a massage and facial which included new makeup for my face.”
“Whoever did the job knew their business. The right colors with a light touch. But you’ve never cared for anything but powder and a light blush.”
“ Jackson arranged it. Well, I didn’t know about the makeup part, but we’re going to a party. I guess he didn’t want me embarrassing him as the country cousin, so to speak.”
“I doubt that. You always look beautiful. Still, the light colors do bring out your eyes.”
“Enough, please. Tell me how I’m going to get out of this mess. He’s apparently terribly rich. I’ll never fit in.”
The waiter stepped up to their table. “Would
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