Her Billionaire Daddy (Western Daddy Doms #1) - Allison West Page 0,1

before his sister could impart any more knowledge or wisdom on him. She was his little sister, she wasn't supposed to be dishing out advice to him, it should have been the other way around. Grabbing the door handle, a small set of bells jingled on the inside as he opened the door.

Behind him a young woman followed, her golden blonde hair halfway down her back. She looked familiar, in a way that tugged at his heart and as he glanced down toward the dip in her shirt revealing a glimpse of her breasts, he felt his cock harden.

He almost always remembered the women he slept with. His stomach roiled trying to mentally sort through his catalog of conquests. Having her name would help. "Have we met before?" Martin asked, his hand brushing hers as he shut the door. There was a part of him that felt nervous, excited, in a way he hadn't experienced in quite a long time. He couldn't fathom what was different in the moment, but she stared back at him with her green eyes sparkling from the light shining in through the windows.

He barely paid attention to the clerk behind the counter that had politely welcomed them into the store. The shop was small, tight in fact, if you considered his bathroom at home was larger. Then again, Martin owned the penthouse suite of a building overlooking Time's Square. He had the entire floor, which granted him extra security and privacy. It was just one of his many properties, the luxury of being wealthy.

A few feet away sat an empty and lonely table, with a stack of books to be signed, but no author in sight. What was her name again? Already he'd forgotten it, not having ever read a single romance novel in his lifetime. Had she left for the day? The shop certainly wasn't crowded. It was the three of them, Martin, the mysterious girl behind him, and the gentleman at the counter.

"I doubt it," the young woman said. "I'm not from New York."

"Me either. Well, not originally," Martin said. The few words exchanged, and he could hear the slight drawl of her accent. He'd missed the western dialect, as he'd grown more accustomed to New Yorkers and how they spoke, living amongst them.

"Where are you from?" she asked.

Glancing her fully over he smiled at the blue cowboy boots with silver rhinestones glittering under the overhead lights. Without a doubt he felt like he knew her, recognized her, but couldn't place it. "I grew up in a small town in Montana."

Her brow furrowed and she laughed. "Me too. Ravenwood." Her eyes widened as she seemed to recognize Martin, but he still couldn't place her. "Oh my! We went to high school together, didn't we? I think you were a year older, but we had one class together."

Martin tried to remember what class they shared but he came up blank. All he could recall was her striking beauty. "I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name. I'm Martin Taylor."

"I know," she grinned. She held out her hand, shaking his in the process. "Samantha Bellamy."

"No way." He recognized that name, he knew a Samantha from high school, they'd even sat together during lunch in the cafeteria along with a hundred other students. She had changed, a lot. She'd been flat as a brick and had no curves whatsoever. He wouldn't have wanted to call her the ugly duck in high school but well, she developed rather late, probably in her near college years after they had lost touch.

"How's your sister, Rosie?" Samantha asked. "I haven't talked with her in years." Her eyes crinkled slightly.

"She's good. Whatever happened between the two of you?" Martin asked. They had been best friends until one day Rosie swore she would never speak to Samantha again. He'd asked his sister about it years ago, but she wouldn't say.

Samantha shrugged, not giving so much as a hint of what had transpired between the two of them either. Whatever it was, it must have been terrible.

"I can't really say. It's been so long. Does she live in the city too?"

A part of him wished that his sister lived in the city, then he'd be able to see her more often than a few times a year. At least he felt like he would, realistically with his work schedule and his busy nightlife of socializing with models and hot young single women, he'd probably never see Rosie.

"She's back at home in Ravenwood. She actually