Free ROMANCE: Billion Dollar Question (BWWM Billionaire Bad Boy Romance) (African American Alpha Mail Order Bride New Adult) by Aisha Brooks

the counter had left, and a curvy black girl stood behind the counter. She reminded him a lot of Halle Berry in her prime.
     
    Her makeup was subtle, but she didn't even need it. She had just the right amount of curves, and her face was delicate for a black woman. She was utterly feminine and he was enchanted.
     
    When she didn't seem to care who he was, he approached her with some cash to get dollars.
     
    “Make change?” he asked her making her do a double take.
     
    “'Scuse me?” she said, noticing him finally. “Say that again?”
     
    “Can you give me change for my dollars?” Vlad said again, sliding the money across the counter to her.
     
    “Change machine is over there, if it's not out. Try that first.” She nodded her head to the right, were an ATM and change machine for the laundry were located.
     
    “Thank you... Shelly,” he told her looking down at her chest, reading her name tag.
     
    “Sure, let me know if you need anything else.”
     
    “Have breakfast with me, when you get off your shift”
     
    “I'm not supposed to date customers.”
     
    Vlad considered her answer and realized she didn't say no.
     
    “I can go to a different hotel, and then you can have breakfast with me,” he told her tilting his head, getting a better look at her.
     
    “No, don't do that, my boss would have a hissy fit. I'll have breakfast with you in the morning. I get off work at eight; meet me in the parking lot,” she replied with the expression on her face one of amazement, and then she furrowed her brows and stared hard at him for a minute. “You're not a serial killer are you or part of the mob?”
     
    Vlad laughed. “No, I'm not a serial killer, nor a mobster. I'm just an average businessman; my plane got grounded until the snow storm is over so I can fly back to California.”
     
    “So you're only in town for a few days?” she asked him, looking mildly disappointed but tried to mask it.
     
    “I can negotiate that, it's possible to extend my trip.” He winked at her and then headed back to his hotel room for the night.
     
    He didn't sleep well, instead he was restless, picturing her beautiful chocolate features and picturing her dark lips wrapped around his cock. It made the night a very long, uncomfortable one, and when he got up in the morning he made a point to take a very cold shower.
     
    He walked down into the parking lot, and looked around until he saw there, holding her purse and in a fur-lined wool jacket. Her tight black pants left nothing to the imagination and her large bubble butt gave her a huge hour glass figure since her waist was so tiny.
     
    She waved at him and jogged over to him, blowing on her hands in the newly fallen snow.
     
    “Where is a breakfast place around here?” Vlad asked her, linking his arm through hers.
     
    “Just a couple blocks away, we can drive in my car, or we can walk.”
     
    “Heaters are good,” he said grinning at her, flashing his perfect white teeth.
     
    Nodding she walked over to an old Buick with worn out paint and unlocked the door manually. She hit the lock button on the inside of the doors and climbed in and started it. She waited for him to get in.
     
    Vlad didn't say a word about her car, but wondered what she would think if she knew he had over twenty cars in his garage at home that all were in perfect condition with leather interiors and every bell and whistle he could get in them.
     
    For some reason, he didn't feel the need to tell her, and instead just tried to enjoy her company. It felt like the right thing to do.
     
    She drove the couple of blocks as the heater warmed up, to the Mom and Pop diner down the street.
     
    “I grew up here, my mom used to work as a waitress here. They have really good breakfast foods,” Shelly told him as she pulled in to park.
     
    “Is your mom retired?” Vlad asked her as she turned the car off and the two of them got out.
     
    “She died of cancer. Thirty years of smoking did her