Falling for the Billionaire Rancher-Holiday Fling Read Online Marian Tee

Categories Genre: Billionaire, Romance, Virgin Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 28686 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 143(@200wpm)___ 115(@250wpm)___ 96(@300wpm)
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Back at home, every time I have friends coming over and it's their first time in Florida, they almost always marvel at how everyone everywhere seems dressed in shorts and flip-flops. It's possible Wyomites have something similar going on, and it's my turn to experience a bit of culture shock.

Honestly, what little I know about Wyoming can be pretty much summed up with three things: eight months of snow, more cattle than humans, and "Cowboy State". It's not much, obviously, but when the sound of footsteps reaches my ears, I can't help but wait with bated breath for a living and breathing cliché to walk past me. I'm thinking leather jacket, a Stetson, and fringed boots. The whole Old Town Road she-bang, but instead I get...

Huh?

Bubble jacket. Jeans. Winter boots.

Nothing about that screams cowboy, but when the tall, dark-haired man glances my way-—

Holy cowabunga.

I suck my breath in as he comes closer, and even though I have this rule of not giving men the time of the day, I just can't help it. I take another look, and whoa.

I wasn't imagining anything, apparently.

The guy does resemble Keanu Reeves. The Matrix Keanu to be specific, and not John Wick Keanu. More clean-cut and shaven than scruffy and gritty. And dark eyes that are more piercing and soulful than fierce and violent.

It's Keanu who's not from the dark side, but...a lot more buffed. Like someone who grew up chopping firewood for fun or whatever it is that men in Wyoming do to have crazy-broad shoulders and muscles that gracefully ripple with every little move.

Gorgeous, in other words.

And because he's gorgeous, I know myself well enough to walk away. I don't look back and keep walking to my car even when I feel his gaze following my every move.

I bend down to unlock my rental, and I can still feel Wyoming Keanu staring at me. It's like he wants me to know he's looking. It's almost like he's checking me out and totally digging what he's seeing, but...

To borrow Colette's word: whatever.

I'm not a man-hater or anything, but I just don't see the point in lying to myself.

I used to be a hopeless romantic. But when every boy you like always ends up liking another girl, it can only happen so many times (five failed almost-relationships to be exact) until you realize you're pointlessly knocking your head against the wall. At the grand old age of nineteen, I've decided to accept the truth: romance just isn't in the books for someone like me, and while I'm not saying I don't see myself ever tying the knot, I also know that if I do walk down the aisle...

It won't be with someone who's dashing and handsome and makes my heart flutter.

If I do end up tacking a Mrs. to my name, I'd likely choose a guy whose company I enjoy.

A guy who'd appreciate me for what I am.

A guy...who I'm absolutely certain can be nowhere as hot as Keanu's doppelgänger here, which is why when I feel his gaze still piercing my back—-

Whatever.

I'm no A-list celebrity, but my face has been on a lot of websites lately. He's probably thinking he's seen me somewhere, and he'd be right. I know that sounds vain, but what would sound even vainer - as well as sillier and crazier - is to let myself think a guy like him has the hots for someone like me.

Like, seriously.

The past five years might've made me "famous", but just because my popularity points went up doesn't mean my IQ automatically has to drop. I'm still pragmatic as ever, so when I think about the possibility of Wyoming Keanu actually finding someone like me attractive...

WHATEVER.

The very idea is a clear waste of my time, and I shove the thought away as soon as I'm back behind the wheel of my rental.

With everything's that happened in the past week, my life is complicated as it is, and fantasizing about Wyoming Keanu will only make things worse. I came here for a reason, and—-

Oh my God, is it snowing?

I rub my eyes, hoping I'm just imagining things.

But I'm not.

Snow is suddenly falling hard and fast outside my window, and I feel my hand getting cold and clammy as I switch the ignition on. I've been driving since I was sixteen, but...

Don't panic!

It's just a little snow, and Google Maps did say my destination is just half an hour away. I'm probably just worrying over nothing.

Right?

Chapter Two

Fifteen minutes later, and not only do I now know I'm absolutely wrong...but I'm also absolutely certain I'm this close to freezing to death. My rental is stuck one foot deep in the snow, my cellphone can't catch even the faintest signal to save my life, and...this is all my fault because I thought I could pull an Eat Pray Love move a la Julia Roberts.


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