My Billionaire Cowboy: A BWWM Western Romance

What does a fashion stylist and a fashionably challenged cowboy have
in common?! You're about to find out...

Kate is the proud owner of her own fashion boutique. Strong, business
focused and ambitious; her life has been all work and she's loved
every minute of it.

Bruce is a successful business man who now spends the majority of his
time on his true passion: working his ranch just like he did in his
younger days.

When fate brings these two opposites together, there's no denying
there's something there. But is Kate at a point in her life where she
is willing to throw caution to the wind and allow herself to be swept
off of her feet by an unexpected love?

Find out in this steamy new romance by Esther Banks; a complete story
with no cliff hangers. Suitable for adults over 18 only due to
steaming hot sex scenes.

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Working lunches were beginning to be the story of Kate's life.
Building an empire was turning out to be more work than she bargained
for. Grey's Fashion Boutique was her baby and for the past two years,
Kate had thought of nothing else. Since childhood, she lived and
breathed fashion and beauty. She combed through fashion magazines,
went through a period of time when her hair was purple, and spent
hours styling her friends for prom and school dances. Her parents
tolerated what they considered to be her hobby. When it was time to
apply for college, she decided to forego an entrance into Milner
Fashion Institute to instead earn a business degree from the
university.

That education was not for nothing. After finishing, she followed her
dream and attended Milner and paired the knowledge of the two by
starting her boutique. All of her inventory was initially online, but
that grew steadily into the need to have a brick and mortar location.

Grey's was in a quaint section of the city, and she was quickly
becoming the toast of Los Angeles. A mention by a local fashion
blogger had given her more business than she knew how to handle and
now she set her sights on getting back to what she always loved-
styling.

"Are we eating in again?"

Kate looked up from her soup and sandwich to see Linda.

"I am. How about you?"

Linda shook her head. "All work and no play makes Kate a very
dull girl."

Kate smiled at the joke. "I get it. But I have so much to do
here. I have numbers to run and a couple client files to get in order
before this weekend. Going out to lunch just seems a bit-," Kate
paused.

Linda put her hand on her hip. "A bit like fun? Maybe relaxing
even?"

Kate rolled her eyes in jest. "Maybe even relaxing. You could be
right. Let's set a lunch date for this week. I promise."

Linda smiled. "At least that's something. Look, I'm going to go
out, grab a bite to eat, and then I will be back to finish working
those files," she said pointing to the files spread out in front
of Kate.

The bell on the front door chimed as Linda left. Kate was
appreciative of the woman and all that she did for Grey's. Since the
day Kate opened the doors to the boutique, Linda had been her right
hand. She was there through everything and Kate was grateful to have
someone working with her that not only understood her vision, but
helped her execute that vision in a way that fit her brand.

Linda was right. She had not made much time for socializing or dating
for that matter. Any events she attended were purely for networking.
Kate could not remember the last date she went on or when she last
went out just for fun. She enjoyed what she did for a living and that
seemed like enough to fulfill her at the moment.

Being caught up in falling in love had never served her well. There
had been one serious relationship, and that ended because he did not
understand her drive and ambition. Even her mother told her that she
would never find the right man if she spent all of her time working.
It was such an isolating feeling not having people understand her
urge to further her career before finding love.

She simply had her life on a plan, and being in love had nothing to
do with that plan right now. She was okay with the way things were
and Kate felt that everyone else should just back off. Love was
something she wanted, something she desired. As a girl, she often
dreamed of falling in love with her own knight in shining armor. It
was just that in her dating life, she had not met a man that would
come close to that persona and she was beginning to think that
finding true love was like finding a unicorn.

As she ate the last of her soup, she enjoyed the jazz playing in the
background. Her life was exactly the way she wanted it right now. No
stress, no drama, no issues.

Clicking the tab closed on the computer, she closed the laptop. There
were two clients she had to pull outfits for and a few other
potential clients she had to follow up with for services.

Before she knew it, over an hour had gone by and the outfits had been
pulled and tagged to be readied for the clients.

"Thank goodness you are back. Can you call the-," Kate
started as she heard the door chime. She stopped short as she entered
the front retail space.

"Oh. I'm sorry. How can I help you?"

The man standing before her looked like a deer in headlights. He was
standing there, looking around, nervously twirling his thumbs, rising
up and down on his toes. He was a big man, and he looked out of place
standing in the middle of the boutique. A large ten gallon hat, tight
jeans that appeared dusty, a white collared button down shirt, and a
pair of worn cowboy boots were his attire.

"Uh, well." He was stuttering and seemed barely able to put
a thought together.

"Let me guess. You need a little something for your wife or
girlfriend." Kate tried to make the shopping experience easier
for the gentleman.

When he still did not answer, she replied. "Maybe for both?"

Her comment obviously broke the ice because he let out a hearty
laugh.

"Actually neither. I need some style for myself." He used
his hands to display his own outfit.

"I heard that you were the best in town."

Kate extended her hand to him. "I'm Kate. Nice to meet you,
Mr.?"

"Please, just call me Bruce. It's a pleasure to meet you, Kate."

She could not help but get lost for a moment in his steel blue eyes.
He looked to be in his mid forties, strong build, a brawny guy. His
graying hair peeked from under the large brimmed hat pulled back in a
ponytail. His skin looked tough and tanned, and she could tell that
he worked with his hands by the calluses on his palms.

Kate tucked her black tresses behind her left ear. She gave him a
friendly smile, hoping he would feel calm.

"Why don't you come over here Bruce? We will create a profile
for you and get you started."

Kate led the way to her desk area. She flipped open her laptop and
beckoned for Bruce to have a seat. He pulled out the chair, the look
on his face still displaying anxiety.

"You can be sure that you are in good hands with me, Bruce. I
have a lot of men that come to me for fashion consulting. Everyone
wants to look good, male or female, right?"

She raised an eyebrow, hoping to see a sense of peace come over
Bruce. He relaxed a bit in his chair.

"So where do we start?"

Kate began asking him the questions on the questionnaire. They went
over everything from favorite color to what his daily outfit looked
like.

After the tenth question, it looked like Bruce was checking out.

"Just a few more questions, Bruce," Kate responded,
engrossed in recording the answers to the questions.

Bruce leaned back and crossed his leg. "Look, I'm a simple man.
I like my dungarees, my boots, and my hat. I have probably twenty
pairs of the same pants and just as many white shirts. When I work
the ranch, I wear a black t-shirt and dungarees. This hat is one of
my favorites, and I like my belt buckles shiny. But of course I can't
show up for this meeting with my client like this. I just need one of
those monkey suits and I'll be on my way."

Kate set the computer to the side and gave Bruce her full attention.
She could see that he was going to be a harder client to break.

"Bruce, I live and breathe fashion. I have been styling people
as long as I can remember. This is what I do. You have to trust the
process. I can definitely make you look great, make sure you feel
comfortable, and I promise you that you will look way better than a
monkey in a suit."

A grin spread across Bruce's lips.

"Ah ha! I knew I could get you to relax a bit. Now, we'll go
over to the fitting area. I need to get your measurements. Right this
way."

Bruce stood there stoically, and Kate caught him admiring himself in
the mirror. She laughed at his actions as she pulled out the tape
measure.

"What's so funny?"

"Nothing," she shook her head. "Can you take your hat
off please?"

He nodded and removed the hat, revealing salt and peppered graying
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.