Cabin Fever by RaeLynn Blue, Shara Azod Read Free Book Online Page A
Authors: RaeLynn Blue, Shara Azod
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“Drew this cannot be the cabin.” Well at least Chanta had managed to pull herself away from the all-too important phone call long enough to peer out the window at the log cabin.
The isolated log cabin. Just down the dirt road was a much larger, all-inclusive resort, but he had no intentions of letting Chanta know that. She would be out of here and ensconced in a suite and on her laptop in a heartbeat. Too bad the cabin didn’t have internet and wouldn’t you know it, he had forgotten to pick up the mobile internet device she had left by the front door. Oops.
“You have got to be kidding me,” Chanta groused climbing out of the limo, ignoring his outstretched hand of course.
That would change damn it. He loved this woman, more than he thought possible to love anyone. He was bound and determined to show it, to let make her let him show it.
“It is right on the beach, Chanta and it’s cozy. This is supposed to be romantic remember?”
He reached down to kiss her, but she turned her head, already back on the phone, so he ended up kissing her cheek. Ah, well. There was time to get her to see HIM for a change, and he was going to use it.
“I cannot believe this. I will be online in a few. I will email you a new proposal, but do not use it unless he waffles. This is a sweetheart deal, damn it. He had just better realize it.”
No she wouldn’t, but Drew kept his mouth shut, helping the driver inside with luggage after Chanta’s wake. His wife never simply walked anywhere. She had this stride where her hips swung ever so gently from side to side. He cast one warning glance at the driver who quickly averted his eyes and watched in earnest himself. Still as fine as the day he married her.
“Now I know you are kidding!” Chanta had hung up the phone and was standing in the middle of the one-room cabin, mouth agape.
There might have only been one room, other than the restroom, complete with a huge garden tub she had yet to see, but the space was huge. The California king bed, complete with a very nice, sturdy wrought iron headboard sat in one corner. There was a fireplace complete with bearskin rug and assorted pillows, a large overstuffed couch, and even a large kitchen area. Their meals would be delivered of course, but the kitchen was stocked with all sorts of gourmet snacks. It was perfect. No desk, no television, nothing to distract from the main point.
Chanta.
“I am not staying here.” Chanta pivoted on a heel, a move she had perfected recently, hands on her hips. “So you can take the luggage right back to the limo now.”
Drew smiled. His first genuine smile in a while. He tipped the driver and saw him to the door.
“Drew, did you understand what I just said to you?”
“Yeah, baby I heard you, but we aren’t going anywhere.” Walking right up to her, he tilted her chin upward with one finger. “This is about you and me, about our relationship. Not any of your deals, not spa treatments and shopping. This is about getting to know one another again. And baby that is exactly what’s going to happen.”
He reached down, gently pried the Blackberry from her hand, and walked over to balcony window. The place had been built on an incline, but you couldn’t tell that from the front. The back porch, however, hovered high from the ground with a wooded area all around. A beautiful view of the trees and the beach could be seen from the back. Beach and wilderness, how could you beat that? He took the instrument of distraction and chucked it over the balcony, not bothering to look where it went.
“Now, are you going to undress for me, or do you want me to do it?”
Chapter Two
Chanta met her husband’s ice-blue eyes and tried hard not to curse him out. Was he suddenly mental? Did the flight fuck up his brain chemistry? Did he think for one second that his pressuring her to this ridiculous
“Drew this cannot be the cabin.” Well at least Chanta had managed to pull herself away from the all-too important phone call long enough to peer out the window at the log cabin.
The isolated log cabin. Just down the dirt road was a much larger, all-inclusive resort, but he had no intentions of letting Chanta know that. She would be out of here and ensconced in a suite and on her laptop in a heartbeat. Too bad the cabin didn’t have internet and wouldn’t you know it, he had forgotten to pick up the mobile internet device she had left by the front door. Oops.
“You have got to be kidding me,” Chanta groused climbing out of the limo, ignoring his outstretched hand of course.
That would change damn it. He loved this woman, more than he thought possible to love anyone. He was bound and determined to show it, to let make her let him show it.
“It is right on the beach, Chanta and it’s cozy. This is supposed to be romantic remember?”
He reached down to kiss her, but she turned her head, already back on the phone, so he ended up kissing her cheek. Ah, well. There was time to get her to see HIM for a change, and he was going to use it.
“I cannot believe this. I will be online in a few. I will email you a new proposal, but do not use it unless he waffles. This is a sweetheart deal, damn it. He had just better realize it.”
No she wouldn’t, but Drew kept his mouth shut, helping the driver inside with luggage after Chanta’s wake. His wife never simply walked anywhere. She had this stride where her hips swung ever so gently from side to side. He cast one warning glance at the driver who quickly averted his eyes and watched in earnest himself. Still as fine as the day he married her.
“Now I know you are kidding!” Chanta had hung up the phone and was standing in the middle of the one-room cabin, mouth agape.
There might have only been one room, other than the restroom, complete with a huge garden tub she had yet to see, but the space was huge. The California king bed, complete with a very nice, sturdy wrought iron headboard sat in one corner. There was a fireplace complete with bearskin rug and assorted pillows, a large overstuffed couch, and even a large kitchen area. Their meals would be delivered of course, but the kitchen was stocked with all sorts of gourmet snacks. It was perfect. No desk, no television, nothing to distract from the main point.
Chanta.
“I am not staying here.” Chanta pivoted on a heel, a move she had perfected recently, hands on her hips. “So you can take the luggage right back to the limo now.”
Drew smiled. His first genuine smile in a while. He tipped the driver and saw him to the door.
“Drew, did you understand what I just said to you?”
“Yeah, baby I heard you, but we aren’t going anywhere.” Walking right up to her, he tilted her chin upward with one finger. “This is about you and me, about our relationship. Not any of your deals, not spa treatments and shopping. This is about getting to know one another again. And baby that is exactly what’s going to happen.”
He reached down, gently pried the Blackberry from her hand, and walked over to balcony window. The place had been built on an incline, but you couldn’t tell that from the front. The back porch, however, hovered high from the ground with a wooded area all around. A beautiful view of the trees and the beach could be seen from the back. Beach and wilderness, how could you beat that? He took the instrument of distraction and chucked it over the balcony, not bothering to look where it went.
“Now, are you going to undress for me, or do you want me to do it?”
Chapter Two
Chanta met her husband’s ice-blue eyes and tried hard not to curse him out. Was he suddenly mental? Did the flight fuck up his brain chemistry? Did he think for one second that his pressuring her to this ridiculous
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