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“A remote cabin.” I said the three words as if I needed to confirm what he’d said. I kept my phone in my hand.
“Yes. I’m not talking about camping, Sarah. I obviously appreciate creature comforts. As I said, I do enjoy getting away from the city from time to time, although I’ve been so infrequently over the years it’s a wonder I haven’t sold the place. I’m hoping my caretaker has kept up with the maintenance or the chef I hired will likely be in a pissy mood. And yes, I took the liberty of purchasing you a few things.”
“Things? Clothes? How did you know my size?”
He cocked one of his sexy eyebrows. “Well, I did spend some quality time with you in a dressing room and happened to notice what size fit you perfectly.”
“Right,” I half whispered. Could I trust the man? “You hired a chef?” I don’t know why the piece of information surprised me. Almost nothing did with the man any longer.
He laughed and returned to his seat, more relaxed than he’d been at the start of the flight. “I doubt you’d want me to try and cook for you, especially when there were only a few cans of food left in the cabinets.”
“I thought you could do anything.” I shifted on the couch, bristling as the plane was rocked from side to side. When I involuntarily reached out for him, he pulled me so close against him that I was almost sitting on his lap. He wrapped his arm around me, shifting me by the few inches so that I was.
And his cock was hard as a rock, pushing against his trousers. I was momentarily lightheaded, my entire mind foggy as a rush of desire blasted into every cell.
“Don’t worry, my little creature. I will always take care of you. Always.”
A slight cold chill oozed down my spine to my legs.
As much as the sentiment was meant to be comforting, I had a feeling there was something lurking behind his words.
Something… evil.
CHAPTER7
“Everything you want is on the other side of fear.”
—Jack Canfield
Sarah
The ugliness of my thoughts while still on the plane faded away during the drive. While I’d always adored fresh snow as it fell across the scenic views of New York, it always seemed as if the dirt and grunge from daily life shattered the exquisite beauty within minutes after it stopped falling.
As he drove from the small airport, a four-wheel-drive truck waiting for him as soon as we arrived, the view reminded me what true beauty was like.
Even in the darkness.
Snow had started to fall, the ice crystals pinging against the windshield. Gabriel had no fear of the approaching storm, acting as if he could drive through anything. Oddly enough, I had no fear of him crashing, his total control over everything one of his greatest strengths.
I enjoyed the ride but as he drove down a snow-covered long driveway, I groaned thinking about my high heels.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
“I hate to mention this, but I doubt I can walk in the snow in my heels.” There were several lights on inside the cabin, but from the headlights, all I could tell was that the cabin appeared rustic, huge logs encompassing the exterior.
“Don’t worry about it.” He refused to explain any further, parking and cutting the engine, whistling as he climbed out. After walking around to my side and opening the door, he gathered me into his arms.
“What are you doing?”
“Taking care of the lady I invited to dinner.” He said nothing else until after he opened the door, taking long strides inside.
“Whoa,” I said quietly. “This is incredible.” The cabin was still rustic, but only by standards created from someone with the sizable bank account that Gabriel had. The cathedral ceiling covered in thick wooden beams gave way to twenty-five-foot windows and a stone fireplace just as huge. While the floors were wooden, the color was deep and rich, as if cabernet wine had stained oak floors. The furniture reminded me of the plane, opulent while being completely inviting. The bearskin rug in front of the fire was oversized, adding to the warmth given off by the flickering flames of the fire.
And the aroma flowing through the air made my stomach grumble. I couldn’t wait to see the room in the morning light to gawk at the beauty.
“I’ve often thought about relocating here, but it wouldn’t be helpful to a stockbroker if the internet was iffy at best.”
“No, it wouldn’t.” As he eased me down, I shifted in my shoes, faltering enough he had to keep his long fingers wrapped around my arms.
